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... sour stench of sweat and the taste of blood still clawed at his lungs.
He couldn’t remember how far in the fight they were. How long had they been fighting for? Was it over?
Hunter furrowed his brow, his eyes straining against the bright light as his consciousness returned. When he felt someone touching his arm, he jerked up. The realization hit him like a truck—he’d passed out mid-fight.
"Fuckin’ hell!"
The shout shot a sharp jolt through his ribs, making him wi ...
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