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Chapter 32
Author: Canice Hays
last update2026-04-16 23:50:52

Before Elijah came back, Haven’s Drop was a place of rot. The air always smelled like old socks and decaying meat.

That was the smell of the Ever-Blight. It was the smell of a world that was slowly turning into a swamp of sickness. But now, that smell was being pushed away.

It started at the center of the camp, right where Elijah was standing. A thick, gray fog began to crawl out of the cracks in the ground. It didn't move like normal smoke. It was heavy.

It stayed low to the ground, hugging
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