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Chapter Twenty Six
I took my time at every single stop I made, even pausing to nap at one point. Most would not bother with a witch traveling on her own. By the time I landed in the woods surrounding Voldigoad’s manor, it was night. I was within 100 yards of the tree line. A shudder ran through me as I remembered the last time we were here. I took my time approaching the old rotting manor. I could still see it through the trees, giving me hope that it was untouched and my theory would be false. If the presence I felt in the hollow wasn’t Voldigoad, that was both good and bad for us. It meant that he was still lying dead, magically sealed inside his evil lair where we left him, but also meant that we could be dealing with something else. There was no sign of the place being disturbed from within the trees
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