Chapter 78 When the Past Finds Me in Chains

My blood felt like it was freezing. Cold sweat began to seep from the back of my neck, wetting my sticky, dirty hair, while my stomach churned violently, a pang so real I wanted to vomit whatever was left in my stomach.

I gripped the cold iron bars, my knuckles white, while my eyes continued to trem...

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