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Chapter 142

Silas promised her answers after they both had grieved Gregory.

"What are those fire-y stones?" Her wolf sniffed disapprovingly. Nostrils of a wolf pick up copying scents on inanimate objects all the time yet she found nothing.

Silas cracked a smile. Her face felt caked in remnants of sleep to return him one.

"They are brimstones." He held one out on his palm. She didn't understand but her eyes darted in the dark of soon arriving dawn. Why was he treating it so carelessly? What if naked eyes were exposed to its power?

"How come I feel I should know what this is? Does this have power, like in biblical sense?" She remembered something of church. Myths from Bible. There was that word-myths. Silas rocked back in his chair, his sigh drowned the creaking noise.

"No Vanessa. Not the Bible. It does have power though. Power separating body from soul."

She had promised herself on her way up, for the sake of piecing together a past to survive the future, she will not act like her world turned
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