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Chapter 5: Deep in the Maze

ผู้เขียน: Terri Clare
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ANWEN'S POV

I stirred as my body met something hard, cold, and rough beneath my back.

Voices hovered nearby, low and tense, like men arguing through clenched teeth. Their words blurred together, but the tone alone told me I was the subject of their dispute.

The murmurs cut off the moment I whimpered. Sharp, searing pain lanced through my side when I tried to shift, forcing me to go still.

For a heartbeat, I lay still, letting the pain ebb just enough to breathe. Then I forced my eyes open.

The
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