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#Chapter 222: The Detour

Almara’s Pov

I feel like I have this route memorized by now, which is something I never thought I’d say nor wanted to say.

We make our way back to the outskirts. I’ve thought about warning Arthur about the dead bodies that are probably still lying there, rotting and beyond recognizable, but I figure he’s probably seen more dead bodies than I can even fathom.

It’s the middle of the night, at this rate we’ll reach the outskirts at the early morning. We walk in silence. Something about the forest in the middle of the night doesn’t breed the desire for conversation. However, the journey is far from quiet.

The woods are filled with a concert of crickets, owls, and a few deer. I want to suggest hunting one but bite my tongue. I refuse to give Arthur a reason to say he was right in that I should’ve stayed behind.

Technically, I am behind. Arthur and Cody are a few feet ahead of me. Occasionally, Arthur will turn back and wait for me to waddle my way up, and I tell him to keep walking. I can
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