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Chapter 18

Penulis: Peters
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-03-28 01:36:46

Camilla’s POV

A gunshot rang out.

Then another.

And another.

Pain exploded in my chest, searing, unbearable. I gasped, trying to scream, but no sound came out. My body felt heavy, sinking, drowning in darkness—

I jolted awake with a sharp gasp, my hands clutching my chest. My heart pounded violently as I tried to catch my breath. Cold sweat covered my skin, and my fingers trembled as I reached up, expecting to find blood. But there was nothing. Just my ragged breaths and the dimly lit r
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