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Blood and Iron

Author: E.O Verse
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-10-14 01:30:33

Thaddeus POV

The smell of blood, copper, gunsmoke, and heavy salt water filled the dark, damp air of the harbor.

I leaned my back hard against the cold steel side of a shipping container, pressing a thick wad of dark fabric against my left ribcage. Every single breath I took felt like a hot blade sliding between my bones, sending sharp waves of fire straight through my torso. Warm blood soaked quickly through my shirt, running down my hip and pooling heavily onto the concrete beneath my boots.

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