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... n—my body coiling low, boots cleaving through the air with predatory grace. Momentum didn’t follow thought; it devoured it, poured itself into my limbs until every breath, every twist of muscle, was an act of violence made flesh. There was no time to think. I was fueled by instinct—raw, burning, and bladed at the edges.
Vincent didn’t even flinch. His lips curled into that half-dead smile of his as he peeled back the ragged bandages from his crippled hand, unveiling the jagged gaps where ...
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