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... It died with a wet, shattering sound instead of a simple pop.
Darkness crashed over him. He could feel his blood seeping from his body.
In that void, voices erupted. They echoed from beside him, behind him, in front of him, and from within him.
They weren’t whispers. They were screams—a chorus of every insult and doubt he’d ever heard. They weren’t carried by air; they were harsh, metallic roars, like grinding turbines.
"Pathetic rat... Grade E trash... Should ha ...
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