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Chapter 10 | Foreshadow
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2024-10-29 19:42:56"How can you do this?!"
His eyes flicker up to mine, the corners of his lips pulled into a crooked frown. This small semblance of remorse gives me hope. He strides towards me and I begin to feel small. His lean figure towers over me, his shadow engulfing mine.
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