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Chapter 17 by Damos Damos

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I sat against the rock blocking the cries and sounds from the people that have died and like a possessed zombie she continued her tasks finding the new sword parts until there was an blast and getting up to find her saw the glowing sword now in her hand, “Going to take it off me? Is that what you want?” I looked over to her before staring at the bridge spoke, “There’s an alternative path to the tower; follow me!” “You’re helping?” she cried hopeful and nodding I inserted another needle into her arm, “If I can resolve this peacefully I will. Maybe she will listen to me...” “A friend?” “Yes, I’m her only one! Now follow me!”

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