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... weat soaked through his shirt, and his legs felt like they’d been filled with molten lead. He forced himself onward, muscles screaming in protest with every movement. The pain in his mind had evolved beyond simple pressure—it was an unrelenting storm now, bombarding him with flashes of memories he’d tried to bury, fears he’d never spoken aloud, doubts that whispered poison in his ear.
As he climbed up, the visions became more vivid, more real than the stone beneath his feet. He began to ...
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