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Chapter 106: Bitter Poison
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Back in the quiet, climate-controlled luxury of the VIP hospital suite, the scent of fresh white lilies could no longer mask the rancid stench of pure, festering panic.

Dennis Doom sat hunched over in the middle of the oversized hospital bed, clutching his smartphone with white-knuckled frenzy. His hair was messy and unwashed, sticking to his forehead in damp clumps. His dark eyes, which had always mirrored an innocent, fragile softness whenever Selena walked into the room, were now wide, bloo
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