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Chapter 102: The Departure
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2026-09-18 16:00:00POV: Valentina
"Marco! Stay with me! Marco!"
My voice tore out of my throat, raw and desperate against the pounding rain. His head was heavy in my lap, dark blood washing out of his hair and staining the wet gravel beneath us. His eyes were wide, glassed over, staring right past me into the dark before his eyelids fluttered and closed.
"Cruz! Help me! He’s hit!"
Hands grabbed my shoulders from behind, hauling me backward off the ground.
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