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Getting closer to truth

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

GERALD'S POV

The woods feel different at night, breathing like a living thing, every shadow watching, every branch whispering. My breath fogs in the air, crickets sing, and the scent of iron...something metallic drifts on the wind.

Her blood. Faint now, but I can still smell it. ...