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... ne’s send button, the screen’s glow casting harsh shadows across his features. The message was a death sentence, a betrayal typed out in cold, stark letters. Before he could press it, a cold, unyielding pressure pressed against the back of his skull—the suppressed barrel of Jason’s Glock 20, loaded with a 10mm round capable of shattering bone like glass. The air in the small apartment grew heavy, the faint hum of the oven and the distant wail of a siren outside the only sounds breaking the silen ...
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