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Chapter 8 – Headology

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Noah

The track to Lillianna's cottage doesn't appear on any map, and I'm half convinced it moves.

Same woods I've hunted my whole life, and I still missed the turnoff twice.

That's not me being tired. That's her.

The forest between the road and her door does what she tells it, and what she tells it is: no visitors who aren't very determined to see her.

I park where the track gives up and walk the last stretch.

The runes settle as I get close.

Not hot, not cold.

Quiet, the way they only go quiet
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