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Chapter 0051

"Danielle," a deep, masculine French voice tickles the back of my mind. "Come to me, Daniella."

My mouth is dry and tastes like dried paste. I ache all over. My body shivering.

"Mon Dieu! Hurry, Daniella, there isn't much time." The voice comes again.

Confusion fogs my brain, I try to answer that I'
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