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Damon

I drifted in and out of consciousness, dreaming dreams that were incoherent and jumbled. In some, I stood in front of a lone castle with the sword I had, and in others, I was a fisherman.

All the dreams made no sense to me, but they had one unifying factor: the mask. The mask was always there, watching me, judging me, waiting to see if I would fall. But I didn't, or at least, I don't think I did.

Finally, tired of the endless cycle of sleep and waking, my eyes snapped open. "I think it's time we need to talk," Frank said beside me. "I couldn't agree more," I said, rubbing my face with the palms of my hands.

"Is she left? She's waiting... waiting for you to feel better. All of you," Frank said, and I looked at him, not quite understanding. "The men fell sick too. Just yesterday, even if the princess wanted to leave, there's no way she could."

Forcing myself up, I sat against the headrest of the bed. "How do you feel?" Prank asked. "Like shit was my reply.

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