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Chapter 49: Helebore
She could feel everything she ate, wanting to come back. The images were directed several times at the two dead women, in active decomposition, looking deep into her eyes. That was enough for her to cry tiredly.
Artemisia was already tired of crying, but that was the only way her body could express herself in the face of all that horror."The truth hurts, apparently." The thing said, laughing at the deplorable state of Artemisia. That just her off more. "What makes you think you can discover the story without consequence? There's no way. It is part of your life to suffer. Poor useless humans."The young woman felt her body being caressed by that thing; it made the disgust intensify. The fact that she couldn't move made it worse.She tried her best not to express that she was still afraid of it, especially when that thing took shape again in front of the girl. Those eyes, that look, she felt like she was going to throw up just by looking at it.Related chapters
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