CURSED CHILD POV...
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CONTINUATION
Then finally, it was me.
I stepped forward slowly and knelt on the cold ground. My legs trembled, and my chest felt tight.
"Quick, say a prayer!" a cold voice barked from behind me heavily, making me quiver in fear.
I had no choice. I bent forward immediately.
"Mighty gods of our land," I whispered, my voice shaking, "you are merciful in all your doings, the ones who cherish us more than ourselves and mothers. I confess to you…"
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I knelt as I prayed inwardly, my mind muddled, worn thin by how many times I had already performed this ceremony of repentance over the past few years.
Even when I stammered over my words, there were usually no mistakes—at least none that mattered.
"It can't be right?!"
"That thing?"
"We've found it!"
