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CHAPTER 44 The Ascent Of Despair

"I'm— I'm sorry, sir," I stammered, my voice barely a whisper, like a pathetic sound. My head was still bowed, my gaze fixed on the shattered pieces of porcelain on the floor, not daring to look him in the face. Shame, hot and bitter, burned in my cheeks. But what he said next, the cold, sharp edg...