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... h the sleeve of my black coat, not caring that the fabric was soaked through with that foul taste.
It didn't matter.
"F-fucking hell..."
I muttered under my breath, feeling the poison still pulsing through my veins. It burned, a searing heat that made my limbs feel like lead, but I kept walking forward.
Where was I going?
The cathedral.
I needed to meet Christina.
Just one last time.
I couldn't believe it, though.
The damn k ...
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