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Chapter 63: Crossing Paths

The swamp reeked of damp earth and decay. Seren crouched low beneath a gnarled willow, her fingers trembling as she adjusted the small vial of powdered silver at her belt. Her breathing came shallow, each inhale burning against the stench of stagnant water. Ahead, Damon’s campfires spat out sparks t...