It Feels Like Hell
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⌞ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ, ɴᴏᴛ ɴᴏᴡ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ.⌝ He spoke, his voice stuttering and shaking as his breath seemed to shutter.
By Kzroha
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