The Price of a Second Chance
A chamber was a rare thing; no one had one without a good reason.
“Get out,” he asked as soon as we entered. The waiter, whose name I identified as Jerry, left immediately without question. I didn't leave. “Please, Naomi,” he asked, before screaming as a bone broke and bent his body. The excruciating pain of an unwanted change. “Wait for me, but outside,” he asked me. I felt I was being too intrusive, but I wanted to see. For some reason, I really wanted to see it. Blaming myself, I walked away. I closed the door, locking us inside. I wasn't going to leave. Lancelot, who no longer showed happy expressions, now showed pain and frustration. I was strong, I could watch a change happen. He sighe
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