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Mikeyla was in a dark room, or in a dark something. She looked around confused. Her right wrist then stung, she let out a small whimper before looking at it. Zagan's mark was there, shining. She frowned in worry and tried wiping it away thinking it could be some kind of paint "It won't come off" a masculine voice said. Micky snapped her head around looking for the source of the voice but she saw no one. "It's a mark, not a henna tattoo" "Where are you?" Micky asked looking around. The man chuckled "Technically I'm not here, but then again, here I am" the man said "That doesn't even make sense" Micky said frowning "You will understand it someday" the man said "Who are you?" Micky asked "I think you know perfectly well who I am, Mikeyla" the man said, Micky shivered in fright, she cou
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