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Sons of a devil - Chapter 3: Teeth and smoke
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... of the bed, staring at his bruised knuckles, flexing his fingers like he could stretch the anger out of his bones.
Riven was curled up on the other bed, pretending to read a book he'd already flipped through three times. His hoodie was still on, sleeves pulled over his hands like armor.
Elias leaned against the window, staring out into the night.
The neon sign outside buzzed and flickered — VACANCY — like it was barely hanging on, same as them.
Nobody spoke for a ...
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