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His Fading Pulse
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2026-02-03 07:02:22Candice's P.O.V.
The alarms waked the world like a hell-siren, banging, banging, with the noises of the alarm into the quiet farmhouse bedroom and broke the delicate hope I had been festering on, that the mountain, the monitors flashing red warnings that Mantovani was dead, had gone dead, into a straight uncompromising beep that filled my ears like an orchestra of orders--Clear! Bill to 200!--and I fell to the wall, my knees shook, as I saw them cut off his shirt, and there our fresh b
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