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Chapter 91. The Poisoned Camp
Author: Sikky Turner
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The sun had only just risen when Rick and Luna reached the second camp. The air was colder here, as if the land itself held its breath.

A thin mist clung to the ground, swirling between the broken tents like pale ghosts. The camp lay in a shallow valley surrounded by dying trees, their leaves curled and blackened as though touched by fire. But there had been no fire. Only poison.

Rick stopped at the ridge overlooking the camp. His eyes narrowed, and his breath left him in a slow, steady exhale.

Luna covered her mouth with her hand. “Rick, this is worse than the first one.”

Rick said nothing at first. He simply studied the scene below. Bodies lay scattered around the camp, stiff and silent.

Some curled around each other as if trying to protect loved ones. Others lay alone, frozen mid-motion.

The skin on every corpse was marked with dark lesions that branched like dead vines. Crystals appeared beneath the skin, sharp and black, pushing up against the surface as though trying to break
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