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... rils as he stirred from unconsciousness. His mouth was dry, his tongue thick, and each breath scraped his throat like sandpaper. His limbs felt like lead, deadweight shackled to a body that barely responded. His vision swam with disjointed images—Ken Stuart, blurred faces, a car door slamming, and finally, Anya’s face: a halo of dark hair, crimson lips curled into a triumphant smile.
As if from a distance he heard voices.
"Why is he awake? Isn’t he supposed to be out for a whole ...
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