5 chapters today.
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Aureus studied the pine needle trees in front of them. The woods were quiet, with twigs, rocks and underbrush abound, but there was not a trail in sight, as if not a single person had stepped foot in this place for ages. Though there was nothing wrong with the trees and shrubs, the woods gave off a wrong vibe.
There was no movement or sound around them. No birds singing, no squirrels chattering, no insects churring. Not even the rustling of leaves.
Motionless, like a painting.
"What is this place?" Aureus asked.
"This is the Spirit Circle, a place where the White Witches who survived the war a century ago had retreated."
"A retirement home?"
