But now August had made a new promise. One that outweighed everything. Find me. Wherever you are, wherever we end up, don’t stop looking for me. He would go to the ends of the afterlife, crawling on all fours, bloodied and bruised, if that was what it would take to bring Wren back. He would rip apart every last living soul, piece by piece, fragment by fragment, until there was nothing left but an empty abyss. He would carve out his humanity with his own two hands and let the darkness take him. Whatever it took. He would do it. He would find her.
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