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... been on the receiving end of it, not even once in my long, cursed existence. I learned, long ago, that the world is cruel, that mercy is a fleeting illusion meant for others, never for me. I stopped expecting it. I stopped hoping. Instead, I embraced the darkness, let it consume me, let it shape me into something neither fully alive nor entirely dead. I became a shadow, a whisper, a forgotten nightmare lingering at the edges of reality.
But that day—when I was shot and left for dead—eve ...
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