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Chapter 15 – Ghosts from Before

Eli

The crates are heavier than they look.

My palms burn raw as I drag one from the truck's rusted bed, muscles screaming as I stack it onto another.

The wood splinters bite deep, drawing blood that I taste when I suck my fingers clean. I hiss under my breath, shake it off, keep working.

The ...