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FOURTEEN
I can't breathe. I don't want to breathe.
I'm waiting for something, that never comes. I at least expect my skin to start burning, and then for every molecule in my body to dissolve. Instead, nothing comes. The only change I feel is the slightest breeze, wistful and soft, as it playfully flutters along the hem of my dress. Disobeying Taius's request, my eyes open.
My knees nearly give out beneath me. In all honesty, I didn't expect it to work. No, it didn't work.
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