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Chapter 95: The weight of the Abyss
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Mason’s breath caught in his throat as Scarlett made contact with the dirt. For the span of a moment, he immobilized. His chest crushed against his ribs, his body arrested by panic.

Then his impulsiveness kicked in, and he was on his knees next to her if only he hadn’t been in his heart lurching for salvation.

There was one word on his tongue, one name he dared to call her. “Scarlett.” His timbre was pointed to the point of these words.

No response. It only made Mason’s grasp clench harder into her shoulders. “Scarlett, wake up,” he repeated, each word fastened by stress. She was a pale girl. Too pale.

The golden flash dwelling back into her irises slowly lightened again, nearly failing with each second, just as the extinguished candle’s light served as the final resolution in her fight, but it was not. It was like she was still trucked up against something; just not utterly entrenched in the Abyss.

Mason’s stomach contorted. Not after all this. Not while she had struggled herself ove
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