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... round him lay a scattered, deliberate mess—broken chairs and tables flung aside, metal rods bent out of shape, vases shattered into glittering shards.
The walls were streaked with blood where he had punched and punched, over and over, until something in his bones had cracked, until his hands had finally fallen limp at his sides, useless.
He didn’t care. Not about the pain. Not about the blood soaking into the floor. Not about the state of the room—one of many in the house he had ...
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