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... slumped against a wall like he was trying to disappear into the stone. His shirt was torn, caked in blood, and his usual neat blonde hair was a tangled mess crusted with dried crimson. But it wasn’t the physical damage that stilled my steps, it was the hollowness in his eyes.
Adrian Vale wasn’t smiling.
He didn’t even look up as I approached. I stood there for a moment, unsure of what to say. This was the boy who always found me with that lazy grin, the one who cracked jokes I pr ...
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