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... > Hadn’t slept much. The countdown timer does that to you. Hard to drift off peacefully when the number in the corner of your vision keeps ticking down like a bomb nobody else can see.
67 hours. 12 minutes.
I lay there for about thirty seconds staring at the ceiling.
Then I got up.
The gym clothes in my duffel bag were technically the previous Jace’s. Grey sweatpants, a black t-shirt that was tight in the stomach and loose everywhere else, and a pair of beat-up ru ...
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