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CHAPTER 121: The witch

Maximus’ POV

It felt strange to me how this woman’s voice sent pangs of fear throughout my body. I raised my head to meet her gaze. Her eyes, that swirling storm of green like emeralds meeting deep purple amethyst, locked onto me. It was like staring into a bottomless pit—a pit that promised oblivion.

“Are you f***king deaf? She scowled. "Who are you?” The woman yelled this time in her old, weathered voice as she hit me with the gnarled staff in her hand. I felt a touch of fear ripple through me at the impact. It wasn’t the staff that sent a jolt of terror through me; it was the power buzzing from it.

My breath hitched, a strangled gasp in the heavy air. My muscles, before tense with fear, turned to jelly. I wanted to run, to scream, to do anything to break free from the invisible chains that held me captive. A cold sweat slicked my skin, turning my clothes clammy and clinging. Shame burned hot in my throat, a bitter ember of humiliation at being reduced to a trembling mess. If I had
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