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... p> He turned his gaze toward Orson, nodding once. A silent, wordless gesture that he could finally help his boss.
Orson sprang into action. He crouched down, gripping Duncan’s arm, and hoisted him up, his heart pounding at the sight of the damage. Duncan’s breaths were ragged, strained—then, suddenly, he choked and spat a mouthful of blood onto the cold floor.
His world swayed violently, the pain in his abdomen unbearable, but Orson managed to guide him toward the sofa opposite B ...
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