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My Hands Are Too Weak
Chapter Fifty-nine Kessler's POV I looked around and realized I had just woken up from a dreadful dream. I closed my eyes and heaved out a heavy sigh of relief before turning to my bedside table to pick up my phone. I checked the time and realized I had only slept for thirty minutes, I was holding my phone for a few seconds when it suddenly slipped off my hands. I picked it up again, but my hands were too weak to move anything. "Maybe it's as a result of the sickness," I thought. Since I was not doing anything again not going back to the dreadful dream, I decided to walk around the pack house and stretch my legs a bit, maybe staying indoors for a while made my hands weak. I couldn't pick up my phone as I allowed it to fall back on the bed. I shook my head and walked out of my room
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