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Chapter 18: Walk Through The Town But Wait...
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... wn across my skin, sharp and undeniable. The whispers slithered into my skull, curling around my thoughts, tainting them black. And in that moment, deep in every corner of my broken self. I knew.
Hate.
It wasn't pain. It wasn't focus or willpower. It was hate. Burning, festering, all-consuming. A force that twisted my insides, that made my teeth clench and my muscles coil. My trigger was born of something sinister, something that would carve its place into me lik ...
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