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... from the wounds—I was used to pain.
Not from the blood loss—I had survived worse.
But from the memories.
Samuel's memories.
Painful, suffocating, and cruel—like chains I never asked for.
I took another long swig from the Jack Daniels bottle, the burn in my throat a welcome distraction.
"Damn it... why now?" I muttered, stumbling forward.
The villa's lights were dim, shadows stretching long across the walls as I dragged my half-dead body ins ...
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