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... is grip.
He didn’t scream. There wasn’t time.
His body dropped from the third floor like a stone, and he barely managed to twist mid-air before crashing onto a pile of trash bags and broken crates. Pain shot through his back and ribs as he rolled onto the ground, coughing dust and filth from his lungs.
But he didn’t stop.
He sprang to his feet and ran.
"Shit, shit, shit."
His heartbeat was deafening, echoing in his skull louder than his footsteps o ...
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