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Chapter 98: Volkov's Reminder
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2026-04-14 19:54:11AXEL POV
Day three in the new facility.My chest was healing.Slowly.Em changed the bandages twice a day.Used water from the toilet.Strips of sheet.It was all we had.My fingers throbbed constantly.The missing nails left raw exposed flesh.Every movement hurt.But I was alive.We were both alive.That's what mattered.Victoria hadn't come back since that first session.Two days of nothing.Just waiting.
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