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... window floated in front of big dark wooden doors. There, half slouched over the gates, Lucian sat helpless, barely holding onto his consciousness.
Faint groans mixed with desperate gasps escaped his throat. Heaving for his life, his right hand tightly held onto his left arm, trembling. Blood stained both of his arms and collected around his body in a small puddle.
Having lost so much blood, his body had gotten pale. And yet, his gaze remained the same.
Unlike his battere ...
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