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... s half-pulled, admitting only strips of orange dusk. The air clung—stale with perfume, perspiration, and something else, something darker: fear.
Victor’s body slammed into the wall with a bone-rattling thud. His breath exploded out of him, ragged and shattered. Before he could even lift an arm, fists and boots descended again—merciless, unrelenting. Two massive men stood over him, their blows crashing down like steel hammers on his smaller, slighter body.
"Ugh—ahh!" His voice sha ...
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