Chapter 77: Hunger and Hollow Stone

I woke to the sound of my son crying.

Not softly. Not that muffled, uncertain mewling I’d come to dread in the dead of night. This was sharper. Desperate. The sound of hunger stretched too long.

My first instinct was to reach for him, but pain stopped me cold. My body was a battlefield—dried blood...

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