The Wormwood Prophet I Charlie couldnt hear a thud as his shoes met the road he was onof the road he had never walked and did not recognize. No owls hooted. No crickets sang, and the light of the moon faltered against the darkness, leaving only a sliver of road visible. Outlining the path, trees shook but made no sound, and moonlight ran though their branches, casting menacing impressions over the road. The battering of wings was light, but against the silence, the sound crackled like thunder. Charlie turned. The path behind him was pitch-black. Darkness shielded the noise's source. He opened his mouth to say, Hey, anyone out there? I need
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