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CHAPTER 073
SOREN’S POINT OF VIEW
I ran.
Not away from something. Not toward anything either.
Just... ran.
Leaves snapped under my boots. My breath fogged in the cold air. Branches scratched at my arms, tugging like fingers that wanted to hold me back. But I didn’t stop.
Behind me, the scent of Astr...