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Chapter 35: The Crybaby Who Ran Away
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... washed mist. Devon stirred for the first time in hours, maybe days, he couldn’t be sure.
His body felt like a crumpled sheet of paper left out in the rain, every limb soaked with exhaustion and pain. It was the slow, muffled kind of waking that came after running too far, bleeding too much, and caring far more than he was supposed to.
A cool touch brushed his feverish forehead.
Devon’s eyelids fluttered open, vision blurry, edges swimming like ripples in water. A shape le ...
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