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... that broken. It’s just writing a book, right? What could possibly be so hard about that... right? RIGHT?
I brush the dust off my clothes, glance down, and catch sight of my skin—it’s pale, almost ashen. My hands are wrapped in black and red cloth, and when I follow it back, it all seems to lead to the same place: my chest.
Right in the middle, a fist-sized crimson hole glows bright. That’s exactly where the necklace landed when I collapsed. Am I dreaming again? Or is my body real ...
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