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Chapter Eight: Secrets

Author: L. G. Ausmus
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2025-11-10 05:48:01

I stepped into the hut with a sick twist in my gut, leaving Snow and Charlie behind by the fence. The air inside was thick with the smell of smoke and herbs—dense enough to choke on. The Wizard sat in his usual chair by the fire, his pipe glowing faintly in the dim light. Shadows danced across his face, making his expression unreadable.

“You wanted to see me?” I asked, closing the door softly behind me.

He didn’t answer right away, just exhaled a slow stream of smoke that curled like a serpent
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