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... late, huh... Rear Admiral Borsalino."
Daren trembled as he reached out, trying to grab a crack in the rock wall to steady himself, but failed.
Thick drops of blood dripped onto the white snow, blooming into glaring red stains like plum blossoms.
He could feel the searing, metallic taste of blood in his shattered ribs and lungs. The massive blood loss had left his mind hazy, and waves of excruciating pain surged through every muscle and bone in his body, crashing over him ...
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