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... iddle of a camp on edge. Night had fallen, heavy and warm, sticky with exhaustion and dried blood. Dylan remained motionless, his silhouette hunched as if he were mourning ten men. A perfect image of a traumatized survivor.
But in his head, chaos raged.
He had to leave. Before the interrogation. Before the curious glances turned into suspicion. He knew how these guys operated: a lone survivor, a vague report, and above all, a mark that shouldn’t be there. They’d slit him open und ...
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