Chapter 9 - Nine

Chapter 9 -Nine

A voice, cold and sharp but familiar, echoed in the darkness of her mind. "Do you know what killed you?"

Delia’s eyes fluttered open to a world of pain and blood. The coppery smell of blood was thick in the air, a sickening stench. She tried to lift her hand, and saw it was coated in a sticky, dark red liquid. Her own blood. Through a haze of shock, her gaze drifted past her trembling fingers to the scene just a few yards away. The carriage lay on its side like a dead animal, one wheel spinning lazily in the air. The wood was shattered, splintered into a hundred pieces. It was a complete wreck.

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