C281 THE BLACK HOLE IN THE SQUARE

‎The village square was too quiet.

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‎The wind had stopped. The fires in the torches were dead. There was only a giant, jagged hole where the well used to be. A thick, grey dust hung in the air. It tasted like metal and dry, earthy soil.

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‎Elara stood at the edge of the pit. Her hands were black from the magic she had used to pull Aria and the Young Prince up