58. Afterlife.

I groaned as I struggled to move from under the blanket, but it felt like something trapped me with invisible bonds. My mind was holding me prisoner, refusing to let me move or speak, unable to open my eyes or mouth. I could hear everything going on around me, and I knew if I couldn’t say or do anything, Damien would die.

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