The mystic said, I am searching for the soul of a wolf called Connor Holstrom. Someone, something answered. No wolves have roamed these lands for eons. No wolf by that name dwells here, living or dead. But what are you? Ithan shuddered, swaying a step. With relief, Bryce realized—because that was the dizzying, rushing sensation in her body, too. “Strange,” the Astronomer said. “Why were we drawn to Hel if your friend isn’t there?” Bryce didn’t want to know. Tried and failed to open her mouth to say they should go. I am a mystic, the male said. From where? A faraway place. Why are you here? To
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