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Chapter Three

I hate how my hands shake, a noticeable flaw of my own innocence, but still, I push through, pulling off my cotton shirt. My eyes flicker around the room, unsure of where to set it, before I decide on the table beside the door that holds decorative pieces and keys.

When I turn, the man is still sta...

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