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... p was a fresh wave of agony. The blood he had coughed up was a brutal indicator of the internal damage. His victory over Chris felt empty, overshadowed by the pain in his body.
He didn’t remember the looks on their faces. He didn’t hear their whispers. His world narrowed to one task—stay on his feet and keep moving.
He made it safely to his closet. He barred the door. And collapsed onto the floor. A shivering, broken heap.
Sleep offered no escape.
His dreams were ...
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