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CHAPTER 125 Bow or Burn.

LAYLA

The first thing I felt around me was the cold, sharp and unforgiving.

I felt it inside of me as if something had been stolen and nothing remained to support me. I felt heavy and my throat was parched.

The scent of wet stone and ash filled the air. I blinked slowly.

What am I doing he...