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... tched out before him. His eyes were fixed on the floor, gaze unfocused. His hand, wrapped in a makeshift bandage, lay limp on his lap, a crimson stain spreading from beneath the cloth. The gunshot wound throbbed with a dull ache, but he barely noticed. His mind was consumed by thoughts of escape, survival, and clearing his name.
His blonde hair was disheveled, eyes usually bright and determined now sunken and defeated. His pale skin glistened with sweat, lips parched and dry. The room wa ...
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