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Chapter Ten A small leap of fate. Third Person’s Point of View Fear settled in her stomach. Rush paced around her room, her fingers dug to her palms. She could feel the way it pierced through her skin, but the pain never followed. There are situations where she is sensitive to any level of pain, but this habit of hers was already imprinted in her mind. Most days, she could draw blood to the same palms but there was no discomfort on her end. People would panic, she would only feel relentless. It was an action that she had only done when she felt nervous. Back when she was a slave, there was no part of her pain that could be announced to her captors. That is why, whenever she wanted to scream to one or cause some scene, she would stop herself by digging to her own palms. Her hand
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