Chapter 38

Freja POV:

The smell of flowers, bark and grass, flooded my nose. The birds were singing beautifully, and the sun was shining brightly. I opened my eyes, and I was lying beneath an old willow tree. Its leaves swayed in the wind and brushed against my skin; I felt so at peace.

Wait! Am I dead? I quic...

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