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Chapter 0058

A coppery taste coats my tongue and I cough, gagging as more liquid is poured down my throat. I try to turn away, to move, to freaking even open my eyes, but I can't. Someone is holding my head.

Even if none of my muscles seem to work.

"That's it, mon couer, a little more," Jacques murmurs.

His voic
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