Chapter 17 Echoes And Awakenings
- Zoey’s POV
- When the black fog lifts, I don’t know where I am.
- A small crowd gathers in an open space. I walk closer, drawn to the center where a small boy stands beside a bald man whose lips move without sound. The air shimmers with stillness. When the man finishes speaking, everyone bows. His eyes glow a violent red.