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... rily as a broken whimper escaped his throat.
Crimson blood continued to gush from his mouth and nose, pooling on the floor beneath his frame, which remained plastered against the wall, hovering a few inches above the ground.
His arms were outstretched to either side, pinned against the masonry as if he had been nailed there, his head hanging low in a state of complete exhaustion.
The mechanical gauntlet that had been his only line of defense groaned one last time before c ...
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