Chapter 26 CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

ASHLEY’S POV

The Blackwood Ridge was a living nightmare.

The air was so thick with freezing, damp fog that I could barely see three feet in front of my face.

Briars tore viciously at the wool of my gray sweater, and the heavy leather of my hiking boots sank deep into the sucking, black mud of the ...

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