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Chapter 2: Realising The Betrayal
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... d chin before dripping onto the already soaked front of his white sweatshirt. Dust clung to the torn hem and frayed sleeves like the residue of despair. The crimson only made the ruin more complete.
’What’s happening?’
His pupils quivered as he stared at the figure slumped against the door, his figure. Lifeless. Pale. A brass revolver dangled from limp fingers on the right hand, its weight dragging toward the blood-slick floor.
"H-How...?"
A pool of blood had alre ...
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