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Chapter Two Hundred Seventy-Eight

PAUL

The way the purple practically drains from her gaze does something to me, sending a wave of alarm through my body. It slices right through me. The violet of her orbs appears to wilt, or... close off. Like a flower in the winter preparing to hibernate. Or a Venice flytrap, once it has an in...

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