Chapter127

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#Chapter127

Sophie's P.O.V.

I frown at the ceiling, a sudden wave of nausea coming over me, and I have to close my eyes.

What happened? Where am I?

I look around and notice the wires that are connected to my arm. You've gotta be kidding me.

Ripping them away, I...

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