Chapter Twenty-One

Jesse

The sound of claws against bark had become rhythmic, like a drumbeat echoing through my skull. Scrape, slash, tear. I dug in again, this time deeper. My fingers were sore, raw, sap sticking to my knuckles like dried blood. I didn’t stop. Couldn’t.

Bits of the tree rained down at my side, cur...

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