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... tains and shame, holding what he wanted erased, which was why he avoided marking it whenever he could.
Not tonight.
He carried the women to the car and his boots stamped ugly, soiled prints into the white. The taste of it choking him still lived sharply in his throat.
He climbed into the driver’s seat and took the mountain road toward the helicopter base. The night felt crowded. The city below refused to sleep, the uninvited sampling what was not theirs and pressing greas ...
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