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... unch landed. These hits were far from warning strikes. Knuckles cracked against bone with a thick, ugly thud.
Damian’s head snapped sideways. Blood sprayed in a visible arc, catching the dim light overhead before dripping down the brick behind him. He sagged, but the man gripping his hair kept him upright, fingers twisted deep into silver strands.
"You think this is a shortcut?" the ruined-ear thug barked. "You think you can just stroll through and sell on our turf?!"
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