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... ast of my strength. The wood was rotten, damp with years of neglect, and it gave way with a satisfying splintering crunch that vibrated up my overworked thighs.
"Uh...haah...uhaah..."
My lungs felt like they had been scrubbed with coarse sand, and every breath was a wheezing reminder of this body’s pathetic cardiovascular state.
At least because of the circuit, I didn’t become a drag.
"Hans! Get a blanket and hot water!" I roared gathering every single bit of stre ...
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