Chapter 46 Shadows in the Antiseptic

Winter

The last thing I remembered was facing Sheila. No. That was not right. The last thing was smoke, dark rain, and cedar. Malakai's scent.

I groaned, a dry, raspy sound tearing from my throat, and tried to push myself up from the infirmary cot.

Big mistake. A spike of pure, white-ho...

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