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at Jane.
She was staring at the glass.
At the tiny white powder still clinging to the bottom.
Henry frowned.
“Iyaabo… what’s wrong?”
Kemy walked forward slowly.
Her hands trembled—not from fear, but from the unbearable weight of what she was about to do.
“Don’t drink that.”
Jane immediately laughed.
A sharp, nervous laugh.
“This woman is crazy,” she said quickly.continue reading …
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