Chapter 61- The Edge of the World
Author: Valerie snow
last update2025-12-21 21:22:24

POV: Jared

They did not plan to find it.

The day started quiet. The kind of quiet that felt earned. Emma walked beside him with her sleeves rolled up, hair tied back with a strip of cloth they had torn from an old shirt. She looked more real like this. Less like a memory trying to keep its shape.

They followed the land as it gently sloped upward. Grass thinned beneath their feet. The wind softened, like it was losing interest.

Jared noticed it first in the sound.

His steps stopped echoing.

Not abruptly. Just less. Like the world had started swallowing noise instead of carrying it. He stomped once, harder than necessary. The sound barely reached him.

“You hear that?” he asked.

Emma frowned. “Hear what?”

“That’s the problem.”

They kept going.

The sky ahead looked normal, but the colors were wrong when he really focused. Blue dulled into something flatter. Clouds lost their edges. It reminded him of a low resolution image stretched too far.

Emma slowed.

She pressed two fingers to her tem
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