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... d coughed into his hand, splotches of blood pooling on his palm. The taste of blood couldn't mask the foul bitterness he tasted. Another night and another nightmarish hell in his dreams, the horrid visions haunting him in every sleeping moment. Lying down was more uncomfortable. After fidgeting for a few moments, he decided to get out for some fresh air. Rustling out of the fur bed, Oscar stepped on the ice and immediately felt weak, his legs shaking as they fell to his knees.
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