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CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT

Myra's Pov

For some reason, my eyes had stayed glued to the sign, and Elora in her constant glances at me, had happened to notice.

As she instantly yelled an order to the man who was carrying me, and he in obedience; viciously dropped me on the floor with a thud.

My head hit the rocky ground, and a sharp pain immediately shot around inside my skull, almost in a dance.

I sprawled on the floor with my hands still tied behind me and my ankles still locked together. As the driver now reached in his pocket and pulled out a blindfold.

I became frantic, and didn't know when I started struggling and heaving to drag myself away. As Elora suddenly walked up briskly from behind him and towards me, gesturing for the man to wait, as she strutted past him.

I paused as the man stepped back slowly, with his hands gripping the handkerchief tight. And Elora is now standing directly above my head.

"You came here to die, Cursed one..." she spat, holding a wicked gaze "Not sightsee..." she pressed, coldl
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