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Chapter Sixteen: First Day

Mallory lay on the bed, looking at the blank ceiling.

The oil lamp hanging next to the window burned silently, flickering when the wind blew. She can hear the distant noises outside, constantly reminding her that she is in a place where people can freely move. A place where they don’t need to be sleeping with half of their body awake.

She felt her body relaxed.

As soon as she relaxed, Mallory realized how tense she was. She had never released all the tension she accumulated from the travel and the lurking danger in the forest even after entering the huge walls of this...