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... ow movement. Every veteran instinct I have is screaming at me to shatter the escape vial. Honor is a luxury for the healthy; right now, survival is my only priority, even if it means leaving Veric and Rhayne behind in this mud.
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But my body refuses to obey. My legs are completely dead. My ribs feel like ground glass, and the nerve signals to my fingers are short-circuiting. I scrape my nails against the leather of my belt, but I can’t reach the poc ...
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