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I landed on my hands and knees on the bank of the stream. I dug my fingers into the mud and let out a guttural yell of rage.
"Damn it!" I shouted and pulled my hands back from the filth. "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" I yelled.
How could I let the minions get the drop on me like that? Why am I always so trusting? I had no idea what world I was in and yet I sat down with Maha like we were old friends.
And the pain, so much pain, the fear and loss had come rushing back. It felt like I was right back there in the Void, pinned down and assaulted yet again. The little hands, then and now, felt like a thousand blades slicing at my skin. I yelled again and pounded my fists into the ground. I was not going to let those bastards win by succumbing to the anxiety that was threatening my bones.
