CHAPTER XIV. She felt herself falling, her bile rising in her 61 throat, the cold wind spinning around her like vertigo. A hazy face appeared through the fog of sleep, pale and thin and looming. I’d rather die than hear any more fairytales. Don't be afraid.
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