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CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR

Myra's Pov

I was being assured, but I knew I wouldn't be fine. Because I knew the world wasn't made for me.

I knew life was supposed to be hard, but my own adversities seemed to be baked by the devil himself in Hell's kitchen.

I was raised in chaos, forced to live in chaos, and now destined by fate to die in chaos? A happy ending isn't it? A nice little crescendo to a beautiful asylum song?

A blessing even?...

"I need you to understand that my first attempt failed..." Flanagan said now, and solemn.

His countenance was stern and he looked as calculated as a jaguar. He held a mixture of annoyance, regret and reflection on his face. And the combination made his features arch and crease in intermittent directions.

"The first uprising was a sham, and we were barreled through with ease..." he said, shaking his head. “Counter attacked and laid waste to…”

He had moved from me and was now standing a few feet away, with his arms gesturing his words. I was sitting unconsciously laid back in t
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