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Chapter 6-2
The turns through the demon camp were still a maze Zeke couldn’t fathom. He kept a tight hold on Haziel’s cloak, exactly like last time. When they came up to the spot where the angel was injured, Haziel passed it by like a large stain of his blood hadn’t blackened the ground. Zeke swallowed down nausea choking his throat and let his feet move on their own after Haziel. At least he didn’t have to walk over the stain. That might’ve been too much. His companion walked them right past that row and two more after before he turned them this time, down a different lane in the camp. Zeke held his breath. No gray spider web net came for Haziel out of the tent walls on either side, and Zeke let out his breath in a tiny stream of air once they were past. They only changed direction one more time.
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