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... entioned before. My legs ached, my pride was intact by sheer force of habit, and I smelled like someone had bottled guilt, sweat, and coal dust into a limited-edition perfume.
It was the kind of scent that said, yes, I’ve been through something unspeakable, and no, I won’t elaborate unless you buy me dinner first.
Every step I took echoed like a secret trying to find somewhere quieter to die. My heart still thudded with that manic rhythm born from deceit and danger—half thrill, h ...
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