The infernal screen split into three pillars of fire, and Lauren was no longer in the woods. Instead, she lay in a hallway, with illumination coming solely from the three fiery figures. The walls were moldy and cracked. The floor beneath her was buckled and cluttered with rubble and refuse. She could see no windows, n…
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