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... His body ached not from weakness anymore, but from combat. The wounds on his chest had mostly healed thanks to the life force absorption, but the skin was still tender.
He sat up carefully. Pulled off his torn, bloodstained shirt and examined the damage.
Four parallel claw marks ran across his chest. Scabbed over now, no longer bleeding. But they’d leave scars. Permanent reminders of his first real battle.
Robin hid the ruined shirt under his mattress. He’d burn it later ...
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