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... rly enough to wash its sins — nor the blood I was leaving behind like a trail of crumbs for the raven of death.
Each step I took down that dark alley was a clash of wills against the inevitability of ruin.
My boots made a sick, viscous squelch with every scrape on the wet asphalt — not just from the muck, but because my right shoe was filling with my own blood.
I pressed my trembling left hand to my stomach. Or rather, to the burning hole the sniper’s round had left. My t ...
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