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The shadow watching

ผู้เขียน: Fashola Ifedolapo
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Celestia

Sleep didn’t come easily that night.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same moment again and again.

Sebastian standing in front of me.

The gun. The flash.

The bullet tore through his side.

I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling of my tiny apartment. The dim streetlight outside leaked through the curtains, painting pale lines across the cracked plaster.

Why did he do that? Why would someone like Sebastian Sinclair risk his life for someone like me?

It made no sense.

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