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CHAPTER 115: MARK OF THE GIVER.

AVERY...S POV:

The smell of fine earth, incense, and freshly turned soil filled my nostrils as my mind and body slowly woke up. Around me, harmonized chants and melodic singing wove through the air like a gentle caress. For a moment, I wondered if I had found heaven—a place of peace and solace a...