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... oom that still smells of alcohol and antiseptic. Late morning light leaks through the curtains and lands directly on his swollen face, forcing him to squint through an eye that does not fully open.
The skin around his right temple feels tight, the stitches pulling whenever he shifts. His cheek remains puffy, the bruising a dark gradient that has not yet decided whether it wants to fade. His head throbs with a stubborn rhythm that has nothing to do with punches anymore.
The phone ...
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