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... crushing pressure of death.
It clung to him like a nightmare, fingers tight around his heart, squeezing until breath itself was a struggle.
The rain beat down, cold as ice, slapping across his face in harsh stings. He barely felt it.
Adrenaline surged like a flood, wringing every ounce of strength from his muscles, tendons, even his very cells.
His limbs screamed. His blood felt thin.
And yet, his mind was razor sharp.
In his pupils —
Roge ...
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