My stomach growled like a distant animal. I didn’t want to think about what Vex said by the river—how he called it ‘the place where the world cracks open’—but the words kept circling back, sharp as broken glass. I sat on the mossy bank, staring at the water that didn’t move, wondering if I’d ever stop hearing that echo in my head.
Day 31
Day 32: Gem’s Journal
