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... eeth-grinding creak.
Claire Joyce’s vision instantly went dark, her ears filled with a constant buzzing, and her throat tasted sweet.
A warm, metallic taste of blood swiftly filled her mouth.
She tried to breathe, only to find her lungs felt as if they were weighed down by a giant stone, unable to draw in a single breath of air.
"Don’t... don’t step on me..."
With all her strength, she squeezed out a few words, her voice so faint it was almost inaudible. < ...
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