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... king young boy, thick and clingy, like the street itself was trying to pull him down. Each step felt like tearing free from wet chains, but he didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Not with the shouting behind him growing louder.
The streets of Grayridge twisted around him—sharp stones, uneven gutters, piss pooling in the creases between cobbles. The stink was familiar. So were the alleys, the sidelong glances, the weight of running while everyone else pretended not to see.
He clutched the lump ...
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