CAMILLA
Istare at the bullet trapped between Bishopβs fingers as silence falls upon the room. The only sound is my ragged breathing as I clutch my shoulder while we all take in the sight in front of us.
CAMILLA
Istare at the bullet trapped between Bishopβs fingers as silence falls upon the room. The only sound is my ragged breathing as I clutch my shoulder while we all take in the sight in front of us.
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