Ronnie's POV"Come on," Mom said, her voice softer now, though her eyes still carried that urgency she was trying so hard to hide behind a calm face.She placed a gentle hand on my back and nudged me forward.My legs moved, but barely.The cave was dark inside. Everything looked weird.The walls were rough and wet, and our footsteps echoed so much it felt like the cave was closing in on us.Priest Vane was standing a few feet ahead with his back to us, messing with something on a stone table. He was old, short, and skinny, with gray locs hanging past his shoulders. I hadn’t seen him much growing up, but I remembered his voice most. It was always slow, like he never cared about hurrying.He turned when he heard us approach.He looked at me first, then at my chest, almost like he could see right through my clothes. His face changed for a second, but it was gone so fast I wondered if I imagined it."Remove your shoes," Mom said.I looked at her.She gave me a small nod, her eyes steady o
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