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I should have been more adamant that he needed rest after getting his wounds treated but I was too tired. Instead, I plopped back down on the couch with a wince, momentarily forgetting my healing wound. I lay my head on the arm of the sofa and visions of the fight flashed before my eyes. I had fought for my life and killed my assailant—not only killed him but reveled in it. I was pretty sure that once I had my faculties back, I would be horrified with myself. The energy coursing through me at the time had been empowering, so foreign that I had felt like a passenger in my own body. I also remembered how terrified and helpless I had felt as the red caps surrounded us and it reinforced my desire to learn how to use the necklace. However, another part of me recognized that there was a malevole
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