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ARC THREE: Gale Pack—New Home

Chapter Fourteen: Welcome to their New Home

Mallory was surrounded by the darkness. The grasses and the hand on her back were her constant assurance that she hadn’t fallen into a pit of darkness with no way out. With one of her senses blocked, she became conscious of every noise that her ears picked up.

She heard the dry leaves breaking under her feet, the murmurs of the crowd, and the whistling of the wind.

She doesn’t know how much time has passed, she doesn’t know how much they stopped, turned, and walked again. Minutes later, she felt the hand on her back...