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... kind that stretches long and tense, where even the wind forgets to blow.
Gray stood there, battered and blood-soaked, his chest rising and falling like he was dragging air from the depths of hell itself.
The taste of iron coated his tongue. His vision swam.
And then...
"GRAY!!!"
"FINGERCRUSHER!!!"
"FINGERCRUSHER!! FINGERCRUSHER!!"
The roar of the crowd came like a wave.
Thousands o ...
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