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... but beggars can’t be choosers, right?
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The sound of splintering wood pierced the morning silence like a thunderclap. Zeke’s eyes snapped open. Fragments of his reinforced oak door lay scattered across the polished marble floor like wooden confetti.
"Yawn?!!"
His voice cracked with disbelief. He stood frozen, staring at the familiar silhouette framed in the wreckage of his doorway.
He rubbed his hands against his eyes with desperate intensity, ...
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