THE CURSED LAKE

AYLA'S POV

“I know I haven't said this before,” I whisper to Thane. “But I really don't like this palce.”

“Samw here,” he mutters as his eyes run over the place.

The air inside the shaman’s hut is thick as usual with the scent of burning herbs, something bitter and smoky that clings to the bac...

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