CHAPTER SEVEN

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CHAPTER SEVEN“BIRD CARROW”

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CHAPTER SEVEN
BIRD CARROW

CHAPTER SEVEN“BIRD CARROW”

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WEDNESDAY STUMBLED OVER ONTO HER HANDS and knees, her surroundings unfamiliar as she looked around with wide eyes

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WEDNESDAY STUMBLED OVER ONTO HER HANDS and knees, her surroundings unfamiliar as she looked around with wide eyes. She soon understood what had happened, how she had fallen right into her visions’ trap, now stuck in the past yet again. Wednesday’s head turned as shouting hit the night air around her, seeing torches reflecting in her dark eyes. Pilgrims swarmed in the grass a few feet away from her, seeming to circle around two girls.


Breathing heavily, Wednesday quickly hid behind some barrels she found beside her, peering out to watch the scene before her. The girls within the crowd were being thrown around, their grunts and whimpers of pain mixing with the chants of the townspeople. Wednesday tried to squint her eyes to see better, but with so many pilgrims piling up, it was practically impossible.

“Burn them!” the townspeople were yelling, throwing their torches in the girls’ faces, both of them trying to clutch onto each other as they were tossed around the grass.

Wednesday couldn’t believe what she was seeing, her visions had never been this vivid, this real, before. Everytime the girls seemed to manage to get out of the grips of one pilgrim, they were thrown into the arms of another, an endless cycle of torment. Until someone disrupted the crowd, the townspeople parting like the red sea.

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