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Chapter 17: The World
"Remi, where is she?" A tall man with golden hair bellowed. "You could at least knock," Remi muttered. "She's fine." He stood, brushing at his pants. I tried not to stare at his bulging zipper. I was failing at that. "There she is. We need to get her back. She shouldn't be out of the world." He barely glanced at me and spoke to Remi as if I was some sort of object. "Angandriel, she is exactly where she wants to be." He looked down at me sitting on the floor. "You don't want to go back, do you?" I looked over to Angandriel. There was something familiar about him, too. I followed the thread of thought. Wait. He had been Anton that first night he'd come to rescue me. It hadn't been the real Anton. It was like my mind had been over written and now that I could see his face clearly, he di
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