#Chapter 212: The Golden Knife
Moana
One moment, I was in the interrogation room with the police officer sitting across from me.
“Ms. Fowler?” he asked, standing from his seat with a worried look on his face. “Are you alright?”
My eyes were wide and my hands were shaking. I was standing with my back against the wall, feeling as though I couldn’t get a full breath into my lungs. The room felt as though it was closing in on me, and I felt trapped inside like an animal caught in a net.
And then, suddenly, I felt my knees buckle under me. I fell to the ground, and then everything went dark with only Edrick being the very last thing on my mind.
…
When I woke up, I was in a dark room. In fact, it was pitch black… But when I held my hands up in front of my face, I found that I could see my own hands perfectly. The room itself was black, like a void.
“Hello?” I called out. My voice felt thick and heavy. There was no echo, and no response.
I called out again. This time, after a few minutes of

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