CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT- Not for my protection.

~AVA'S POV~

The wind in the rogue territory always carried a scent not just of ash and pine, but of blood and memory. As I stood at the border, where the cracked earth met the edge of the whispering woods, I could feel the hum of the Hollow pulsing beneath my boots. It was as if the land itself rem...

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