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Not just dust—but heat, grit, and the kind of wind that scraped at your eyes like guilt that refused to blink. His boots hit cracked black stone. His breath steamed in the cool air.
He didn't look back.
Every part of him ached. His ribs. His thighs.
His neck, where teeth had almost claimed him.
His thoughts rattled inside his skull like they were trying to escape too.
She wasn't violent anymore.
That's what scared him m ...
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