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CHAPTER 86 : WHAT THE WATER REMEMBERS

The sound was so soft she almost mistook it for wind.

But Naya had learned how to listen.

This was different.

More constant.

More deliberate.

A hush that beckoned rather than passed.

She followed it, her steps quiet over fallen needles and pale roots.

The forest was thick here, but not closed.

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