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... and dim, like it had been watching the whole time. Sweat clung to my skin, cold and sour, and for a second, I swore I could still feel that heartbeat echoing under mine.
It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.
The thought that something was living inside my soul made my stomach twist. The idea alone made my skin crawl.
I pressed a hand to my chest anyway. One heartbeat. Just one.
Good.
I needed a distraction. Something to ground me. So I pulled up my status windo ...
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