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Christopher Dawson

They don’t have mercy on me. I know these men but that doesn’t mean they take it easy on me, especially when they discover Treaux and Timmy. A sword hilt broke my cheek. More punches to my face loosen more bones. Kicks break a couple of ribs and I’m finding it difficult to breathe. Still, they beat me. I didn’t even make it to Allison and Orion’s chamber. Bats screamed but I didn’t hear Orion. And now, I’m dragged toward the town center. From ...