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Chapter 53: The Unpredictable
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... fferent emotions simultaneously and failing to process any of them.
The boy stared up at him through the curtain of black hair. His lips were pressed together so tight they’d turned white.
Revan lowered the blade. Slowly.
"...Don’t tell me I’m dead again."
His free hand went to his head, fingers raking through the mud-caked mess of his hair, scratching aggressively enough to leave marks on his scalp.
"Seriously. Don’t. Because if this is another one of tho ...
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