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Chapter 66 Cut my stomach open

It seemed my stomach was on a mission to kill me.

“Please, Lym, I need you.”

I pleaded, hoping any deity out there might hear my plea and come to my rescue.

I turned on the bed, and silently cried.

“If death will—”

Just like the pain came, it ceased.

“What just happened?” I wondered aloud.

I sat...