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... gers and clattering loud to the hardwood floor—clack-clack-crash—bouncing once, screen cracking faint.
The sound sliced sharp through the thick, humid air, but it didn’t matter.
Nothing mattered. Coffee splashed hot from the mug in his other hand, dark liquid streaking down his wrinkled shirt, burning faint against his skin, dripping off the hem in fat drops, pooling at his feet like spilled blood that steamed faint in the cool morning.
He twitched hard under the slitheri ...
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