Chapter 65 The Fraying Thread (The Echo Ridge Trilogy — Book Three)

I knelt beside Amara Okafor and put my hand on her forehead.

She was warm. Warmer than Nikolai had been. Warmer than Kaede. Warmer than anyone I had ever touched who was trapped inside a door. And beneath the warmth, I could feel it — the thread. Fraying. Unraveling. Being pulled apart strand by st...

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