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... on it, they ambush me.
The dense forest of Southlake closes in like a maze of trunks and wet shadows. Treacherous roots want my ankle; low branches rake my face in the cold night.
My ankle throbs. Was I hit? Damn it.
I run blind, guided by my own ragged breathing and the noise of beasts I really don’t want to meet tonight. The Codex seems to double in weight with every stride.
I glance back twice: I see no one.
But I’m not alone.
Someone watched m ...
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