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Before she could fell or fully process what was happening, I held her gently. Her face was damp with sweat not because of the heat, not because of exhaustion, but because of fear. Fear of whom? That still remained a mystery.


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Before she could fell or fully process what was happening, I held her gently. Her face was damp with sweat not because of the heat, not because of exhaustion, but because of fear. Fear of whom? That still remained a mystery.

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