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... e up was simple.
I’m still alive?
Barely. His body felt like it had been borrowed, dragged through war, and returned a decade older. Every inch ached. There was a numb spot on his left shoulder, and his tongue still tasted like burnt dirt and regret.
The second thought was far worse.
He heard whistling.
A cheerful, off-tune, completely deranged sort of melody—somewhere between a marching song and tavern shanty, sung by a man who hadn’t see ...
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