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... g in a muddy corner.
And me?
I stood there, in front of her, wearing the body of one of the most despicable men this world had ever known. the very man responsible for the ruin of her life. Though I wasn’t the one who destroyed her, I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of guilt. Or perhaps... responsibility.
I took a few more steps. I watched her cry. The child clung to his mother, one hand gripping her waist, the other half-stretched toward me.
Defensive.
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