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Chapter 22: Drake
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... e proud."
She paused at the threshold, not even looking back.
"Massage my shoulders when I return. My nerves are frayed from cleaning up your mess."
Then she disappeared down the hallway.
Drake remained frozen on the floor, knees weak, sweat running down his temple. His hands trembled as he stared at his reflection in a shattered shard of the broken mirror.
"I will work hard, Mother..." he muttered, his voice barely holding together. "Just keep them away f ...
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