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Chapter 32 Fangs in the fog

The dawn was heavy with mist, rolling low across the forest floor like spilled smoke. It clung to the underbrush and curled between the gnarled roots of ancient trees, thickening the air with damp chill. Anya moved carefully, each footstep soft on the leaf-strewn earth, her senses stretched taut...