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FINDING MY OWN WAY

META'S POV:

A cold sweat slicked my skin as a strangled gasp tore from my throat. I jolted upright, the horrifying images from the nightmare clinging to me like a shroud. That scarred face—my face—and his hands closing around Thyme's throat. The dream felt too real, a visceral warning playing o...