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... gainst him. His hand flew up to cover his eyes. For a second, he actually thought he’d finally made it out.
He lowered his hand slowly, squinting. And his smile disappeared just as slowly, replaced by a broken laugh. He knew it wouldn’t be this easy—the universe didn’t love him that much—but part of him still hoped it did.
"Yeah. Figures."
Instead of sunlight, he got the next best thing: torches. Dozens of them. Their flames flickered and burned brightly, throwing long sh ...
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