Chapter 128 YOU PICKED YOUR OWN GRAVE

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Savannah fell onto the bed like she was almost comatose.

Dirty. Clothes torn at the knees, dried blood stiffening the fabric.

Her hands were raw from so many scrapes.

She was dizzy, weak as hell. On the verge of throwing up from all the water she’d gulped down in desperation after running f...

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