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Chapter 2: Spare Me
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... ling as the sting of every bruise throbbed beneath his torn shirt. The air reeked of bleach and rust, mingling with the faint scent of his own blood. A single flickering light bulb cast harsh shadows across the cracked walls, and with every blink, his tears shimmered before falling silently onto the cold, dusty floor.
His arms wrapped tightly around his knees as if holding himself together would keep him from shattering completely. His body ached, but it was nothing compared to the dull, ...
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