Chapter 114 The Shrine: The Room Nobody Mentioned

Around two (or thereabout) in the morning, restless and increasingly frustrated with the fog in my own head, I got up again. My skin still felt like it was burning where his words had landed: 'pathetic,' 'delusion,' 'mistake.'

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his eyes

turned to flint, heard the s...

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