Seeing Their End — Chapter 37 (#NaNoWriMo Draft)
The pain and blow of the hit has me fighting for consciousness, but I don’t want to miss any of the conversation. Why they just didn’t kill me, I have not a clue. My body feels weightless as several men pick me up. That is only a temporary…
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