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... hinges whining under pressure—like it could shatter any second.
Betty swallowed hard, inching toward the peephole.
Her breath hitched.
A middle-aged man stood just outside... or what was left of one. His jaw hung at a sickening angle, shattered like it had been smashed with a sledgehammer. His skin was an ashen gray, veins dark and bulging beneath.
She staggered back, grabbing the iron rod with trembling hands, heart thundering in her chest.
’I need to ge ...
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