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Chapter 17 – Home Is Where the Hate Is
The road to Greystone Hollow hadn't changed.
Still narrow. Still crooked. Trees growing too close, as if nature itself had been taught to lean away from the town out of habit. The air smelled of ash and iron, just like Isaac remembered.
Kael walked beside him in silence. Arin trailed behind, sensing the ten