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... copper and gunpowder, that metallic tang mixing with the damp earth scent of the rotting cabin. I pressed the bandage harder against his arm, watching his jaw clench as the fabric bit into torn flesh. The lamplight flickered across his face, catching the sweat beading along his hairline and the unnatural pallor of his skin beneath the golden glow.
"Christ, Annison," he hissed through clenched teeth. "You could at least buy me dinner first."
I didn’t dignify that with a response, ...
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