“Seo Tae-joon,” she breathed, the name a fragile wisp of sound. Each word sapped what little strength she had left. It was unreal, watching the world come apart before her very eyes.
The forest was screaming. Trees splintered with cannon-shot cracks, their familiar shapes dissolving into the churning chaos. A low stone wall, meant to hold back the earth, was a pathetic dam against the deluge of mud and rock thundering down the
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