Chapter 25
ABIGAIL’S POV
The metallic scent of blood clung to the back of my throat, bitter and suffocating. My palms were slick against the cracked tile wall as I pressed myself into the shadows of the narrow corridor. Every nerve screamed at me to move, to run, but my legs were stone. Somewhere deeper insid...
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26. Chapter 26
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