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Chapter 27:A Garden of Weeds and Wildflowers

The nightmare I had only a few hours ago still replayed in my mind with a vivid, terrifying clarity that made my pulse thrum against my skin. I could still feel the phantom heat of the inferno licking at my limbs, and the voice of that ‘thing’ in my head continued to echo, mocking me with its jagged, serrated edge. It felt far too real to be a mere figment of an overactive imagination. For days, I had been desperately clinging to the lie that it was just stress or the mountain air playing ...

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