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Inhale—exhale.
Sniff... sob. Groan.
"Unghhh... Nnnngh..."
Riley twisted in the sheets, writhing like someone caught in a nightmare. His body curled tight, arms locking around his knees as if he could squeeze the noise out of himself.
But it didn’t work.
The sounds just kept coming—every buzz was a thunderclap, every rustle a roar.
Even the whisper of air sliding into his lungs sounded like a storm crashing through him.
He groaned again ...
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