Love is the best antidote for the disease of self-delusion.
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The Wishing Map
Chapter Twenty-Four: The Long Night (continued)
Previously: Gina’s Questing Beast assumed a form she could not kill: that of herself.
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“Let go of her, you freak!” Zack shouted. “You can’t have her!” More kicking and squishy punches…a loud stomp followed by a horrid, wheezy shriek…more lashing, followed by a muddy slipping sound, a hard sack-of-potatoes grunt, and a strangled, “Ow, crap! Ow! No! You stupid piece of…“ Zack’s voice gurgled to silence. All that remained was a torturous wheeze, like air rushing out of a hole in a tire.
“Zack? What’s wrong?” With every shred of will, Gina forced herself to look away from Divine Gina. What she saw made no sense. There on the turf was Zack—with Divine Gina’s foot on his neck. Why would she put her foot on his neck? And why did her…
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