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... ng the sunlight in thin golden rays. Blood stained the sandy floor, forming erratic trails where boots had dragged and fists had fallen. And at the center of it all—Mikey stood.
Or at least, what was left of him.
His legs trembled like a building about to collapse. His breath came in short, rapid pants. One eye swollen shut. His mouth bloodied and cracked. Red soaked into his shirt, his pants—his skin. His fists were still up, trembling, half-raised, as if his body couldn’t decid ...
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