Chapter 37: The Ancients' Mark

Brenda’s POV

As Damian, Zane, and I stood in front of the broken remnants of the prison, the sky was thick with gloomy clouds. The stench of cold stone and ash filled the air. Vines creeped over the remains like silent shadows, and broken walls were all over the place. An empty wreck now stood wher...

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