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#Chapter 236: The Treaty

Almara’s Pov

Cathy’s word hang in the air which increasingly becomes thick and closes in around us. I suddenly find it hard to breathe and every inhalation brings with it the stench of death. I pull myself away from the cell, suddenly unable to bear the sight of Robert lying like a crumbled heap of meat on the ground.

The sight, the smell, it all repulses me. I try to keep the bile from rising in my stomach, but being as pregnant as I am my refluxes aren’t as strong. I retch over in the corner. My entire body shakes as I empty whatever contents are left in m
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