Chapter 149
Author: Yeshua Yin
last update2025-05-27 23:44:14

Oliver didn’t stop running. The cold forest roared behind him like a storm. Branches cracked. Leaves flew. The ground shook. But he didn’t look back. He held the silver dagger tightly in his hand, his fingers frozen around the handle.

His legs hurt. His chest burned. But he ran. He didn’t know how long he had been running. The trees had changed. They were no longer black and twisted. Now they were tall and green, with soft moss at their roots and little glowing bugs that floated like tiny stars.

The sound of rushing water filled the air. He followed it.

Then, through the trees, he saw it, a wide river, dark and fast, flowing like liquid glass. On the riverbank was a wooden dock, and at the end of the dock was a boat.

A man stood beside it. He was tall and wore a dark cloak. His face was hidden under a hood. The boat rocked gently on the water, tied to the dock with a thick rope.

Oliver slowed down. His feet thudded softly on the mossy ground. He was breathing hard. His shirt stuck to
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