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XXIII

Beads of cold sweat formed on Jesse's forehead. There was an invisible lump in his throat that he could not swallow down. And a deep, dark dread that just wouldn't go away was gnawing in the pit of his stomach. 

"Please say something," he muttered, his eyes never leaving K's. "Anything."

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