Thought
I hate that ability that each immortal I have come across has access to, to leaves me with shuddering legs and a sick feeling in my stomach.
“Take me back right now,” I demand, whirling around to face Fate, who lingers in front of me, a smirk plastered across this face. Looking past him, I examine my escape route, but all I see is a single door, and blank walls. Whatever this place is, Fate doesn’t suspect I’ll risk running.
There are no windows, just wooden walls. The place is small, vacant of any furnishings, looking as though it hasn’t been lived in for decades.
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