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... ooked like hell.
Dark circles under his eyes that made him look like he’d been in a fight. Hair that refused to lie flat no matter how much he wet it down. A grey hoodie that smelled faintly of cinnabar ink and old smoke from his grandmother’s all-night ritual preparations.
But the most annoying part wasn’t the exhaustion.
It was the red text burning in the center of his vision like a dead pixel on a computer screen that he couldn’t swipe away.
[ TIME UNTIL PURGE: ...
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