Chapter59

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Ronan sunk to his knees. Cradled his head in his hands. Water pellets fell from his hair and cheeks, forming a pitter-patter puddle against the scuffed, vinyl tiles, and with every release of breath, physical pain bled back into being. His throat was on fire. His eyes stung like...

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