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... th bags, his knees drawn up, fingertips stuffed into his mouth.
He was biting them again.
The taste of iron had long since coated his tongue. He didn’t even flinch anymore when his teeth broke skin. His fingertips were raw, and the metallic tang of blood lingered in the back of his throat, but he didn’t stop. His eyes were wide, ringed in shadows, fixed on the concrete slab blocking the front entrance. Every now and then, when a distant rustle echoed from somewhere outside—a bree ...
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