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I sat there for a while. The lucid part of my mind that I had trained was still there, something that made me fully aware of the frayed part of my brain. My confidence, my frail sense of self that I had been building up was threatened and at risk of being undone; I couldn’t allow that to happen.
Eleventh Cycle (Mistland, #1)
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