Chapter 7

“Wherever you go, go with all your heart.”

-Confucius

The streets were dark as Nathaniel led the way through the moonlit suburbs, past the faces of derelict houses, beneath an endless stream of lifeless streetlights, and through the broken and time-torn remains of a monotonous chain of roads.

It was unbearably warm, but he refused to rest; he knew all too well that the Church Guard would waste no time before coming after them. The sound of the wind all too often resembled an angry crowd, forcing him into the nearest shadow, and the witches along with him, with a fresh surge of adrenaline rushing through him and his heart pounding in his ears. He saw his people in every shadow, and found himself constantly...

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