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Chapter 42
CHAPTER 42 DECLAN’S POV I sat in my study about thirty minutes after I had freshened up, trying to go over some documents. I sighed and looked at my pack of cigarettes, it suddenly didn’t appeal to me anymore. I shoved it into the first drawer on my desk and sat back on the chair. I could hardly concentrate on anything else. Even the words that were either scribbled or printed on the papers scattered on my desk were all gibberish to me, nothing made any sense. I sighed and stared up at the ceiling, the light bulb shone directly at my eyes and hit my iris firmly but I didn’t look away. Slowly, what seemed like an image started forming through the luminosity of the light. I closed my eyes and dropped my head quickly the second I was able to make out what the image was creating. It was li
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