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... ing against Beno Mark's skin as he stumbled forward.
The flickering streetlights cast weak amber pools across the cracked pavement, their hum a faint pulse beneath the storm's howl.
His silhouette wavered—hunched, broken—his hand pressed tight against his side where blood seeped, warm and sticky, soaking his tattered shirt a deep, wet crimson.
His face was a canvas of torment: sunken eyes glistening with unshed tears, lip ...
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