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Chapter Twenty Nine

Author: Love Egbejale
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Maximillian

The sound of a man’s angry, booming voice ripped through my dream like a blade, jolting me awake. For a second, I wasn’t sure where I was—drifting in that foggy place between sleep and consciousness.

Then the heat hit me. Thick. Oppressive. I was drenched in sweat, my body clammy and uncomfortable. My shirt clung to my skin like it had fused with it.

I reached up to wipe my face and felt moisture that wasn’t sweat. I’d been crying again.

Great.

I didn’t even remember what the dream had been about this time. Just the haunting residue of something painful. Maybe that was a mercy. Whatever my subconscious had cooked up, I was grateful I didn’t have to relive it now.

I tried to sit up. Big mistake. It felt like an elephant had taken up residence on my chest while a group of tiny, angry men hammered away inside my skull with pickaxes.

My head throbbed with a deep, punishing ache. Even opening my eyes felt like a chore, but I forced them open, groaning as my body protested eve
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