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Chapter 7-1
Chapter 7“Dustin, Dustin, I need you to drink this for me.” Ronan’s voice comes to him through the heavy fog, and Dustin opens his mouth. He can’t seem to open his eyes; they feel too heavy. He feels something wet being poured onto his tongue, and he swallows the weird tasting liquid. It’s bitter at first, then it tastes like sweet but fiery cinnamon. “This is going to hurt.” Ronan’s voice comes to him again, and moments later, the numb, floating sensation he’s been feeling is interrupted by a searing pain in his thigh. It feels like his leg is on fire, burning pain traveling up and down his leg. Then the darkness comes back, and it’s like he’s in a cloud again, just listening to the whispers. Then the whispers get quieter and quieter, and things start to feel less foggy and more well-def
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