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... e easily, despite the disoriented, frantic scrawl. But they didn’t make any sense.
No. Sezel’s eyes widened. They made sense. Not a little, but too much. He looked at his broken, mangled finger, the memory of his own desperate, self-inflicted pain surfaced. But why?
As he tried to think, to strain his mind, to piece together the fractured, disjointed memories, the unbearable, skull-splitting pain returned, increasing dangerously with every passing second. Sezel clutched his head, ...
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