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... clean with the cloth, fingers trembling.
Satisfied, he peeled off the bloodied shirt, the fabric clinging to his skin like a second wound sticky and soaked with the evidence of what he had just done. Each breath came in shallow bursts, scraping against the inside of his ribs like broken glass. His body ached still, but he had to leave.
He crawled back into the vent, the metal groaning beneath his weight, echoing through the shaft like a dying animal mourning its own decay.
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