Chapter 81 Don’t Be Afraid, I’m Here

In Rosie's dream, she was back in that dilapidated wooden shack.

The room was damp and dark, reeking of filth.

A group of children huddled together, their eyes vacant, crying incessantly.

Each one was gaunt and emaciated, their bodies covered in fresh and faded bruises.

Soon, a vicious-looking ...

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