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... down at his scattered reports and let out a long, weary sigh. He didn’t need a doctor to tell him-death was near. He could feel it creeping in, dull and certain, settling into his limbs and stealing his strength. The loss of movement was no longer occasional; it lingered. Just sitting like this made him tired, as if gravity had doubled just for him.
Slowly, with effort, he moved his trembling hands and reached for the small white pill on the table. He placed it on his tongue and swallowe ...
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