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... ore but humming faintly at the edge of his mind.
A small miracle, really.
The air didn’t slice through him when he breathed, the light no longer clawed behind his eyes, and the steady pulse in his wrist felt like something human again instead of a warning sign. He could still hear everything, the quiet click of the vent, the murmur of voices from the hall, and the faint drag of the stylus against Nadia’s tablet, but it was tolerable.
When he finally tried to move, sitting ...
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