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THIRTY-FOUR: The Contract

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MINTHE

The Contract

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The iron tang of my own blood tastes remarkably like defeat, coating the back of my throat that refuses to wash away.

I stand rooted in the black mud of the ruined garden, my left cheek throbbing with a white-hot heat that radiates all the way down to my collarbone.

The skin is already swelling where Pierre’s heavy palm had connected with brutal force.

My right hand isn’t doing any better, dark, thick drops of blood drip steadily from my palm, staining the wet earth be
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