Bound To The Demon King

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tucked beneath her oversized sweater, her breath fogging up the glass. Outside, neon lights blinked through the mist like dying

tures in these days. Her body wracked with pain from

st been when the medical bills had drained her of all her savings to the last penny? The money she's managed to save from dead-end jobs

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was due three months ago. You're going to have to find another place to stay." Tears stung Le

she pleaded, hating how desperate she so

turn to, nobody was left to help pay for her mounting medical fees; she was

d her shoulders. "Okay, I understand," she said, lo

a on her own with her grief. Where would she move to after being evicted? She had no

ghts. The mail slot had flapped open. Odd-

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