A nightmare. A piece of my imagination. A game of my mind. It was all just that and nothing else. Yet it feels as if it I know this for decades. Or years. I don't know. What I do know is this isn't going to repeat and play again and again like a clip. I wish it never does. I am already haunted by that thing and don't want to be more terrified. This is all I want. But looks like whatever is going on... It will haunt me. What feels to be the obsession of a black magician and the Devil himself? A Moment To Touch- # Book2 of GOD OF CURSES
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