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The Bride Of The Devil - Chapter 117: Again
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... in a fog. Her body was heavy. Her eyelids were too weak to stay open. The cold wind bit at her skin, and she could feel it... snow brushing against her cheeks, cold air stinging her lips. Somewhere above her, the sun was rising. It was too bright for her eyes, and all she could see was trees. So many trees. Tall, shadowy, endless.
Her fingers twitched. Her breath came in short, thin puffs. She couldn’t feel her toes. Her lips were cracked and dry. The light hurt her, but the darkness beh ...
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