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... led out of him, like he had nothing left to throw at the guards, nothing left to scream.
All that was left was silence
His chest heaved. And then... nothing.
He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. He just sat there, staring at his palm.
That was the moment I realized.
This wasn’t denial anymore. Or anger.
This was the stage that doesn’t shout. Doesn’t bargain.
That swallows you whole when you can’t fight anymore.
Where every thought turns in ...
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