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... thought circling his brain like some drunk pigeon that refused to leave. Yeah, the thing had saved him from splattering across the pavement like expired lasagna. Yeah, it had patched up his spine like it was doing light housework.
But this wasn’t bones and blood. This was... vulnerability. Emotional nudity. The kind of shit that makes people curl up under blankets and binge late-night infomercials.
"What if it’s a trap?" Phei muttered into the room, voice shaking just enough to ...
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