Chapter 23 The Iron Chest and the Seed of the Soul Tree

SYLVIE'S POV.

The rumble of the Magic Association carriage's iron-rimmed wheels slowly drowned behind Bramblewick's thick morning mist. The moment the silver eagle silhouette vanished completely around the bend in the forest road, I threw the heavy teak door shut.

CLICK! CLACK!

I threw the thick ...

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