51. Message from the goddess

THUD!

THUD!

THUD!

Lylah groaned, slamming the chair against the door handle for the umpteenth time, sweat glistening on her skin, her breath ragged.

She had tried several ways—hitting it with the chair, kicking, and slamming her fists against it—but the door, crafted from solid wood, wouldn’t bu...

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