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... ake lay on his bed, eyes closed and brows furrowed, as if trapped in a tormented nightmare.
In an instant, he jolted awake and sat upright, seized by violent coughing that seemed to tear at his very organs.
A tall figure burst in from the corridor, voice thick with concern:
"Captain, Lord Ukitake, you—"
Jūshirō silenced him with a raised hand.
His breathing came in ragged gasps, his face ashen, as beads of sweat soaked through his inner garments. When he f ...
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