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... n except the awareness of his thoughts, suspended in a void so complete it defied comprehension.
What the fuck?
The memory crashed back with brutal clarity: headlights flooding his apartment with blinding white, a deafening horn that vibrated a scream through his bones, and the shriek of tortured metal as the wall exploded inward in a shower of drywall and splintered wood. A truck. A fucking eighteen-wheeler. It had plowed through his living room while he was reading. Obliterated ...
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