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"Miss?"
Archer struggles with the grip for a moment.

I don't let go.
I can see he doesn't want to hurt me.
But he doesn't want to hurt Tryst either.

The words come out of my mouth,
like a deranged prophecy,
and I say,
"I will die."

"What?"
He snaps his hand away from mine.
Too easily.

"I will die tonight, Archie."

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