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The Last Two Days

ผู้เขียน: Thomas Morau
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Chapter 21: The Last Two Days

The dungeon air is thick with the smell of rust, damp stone, and the faint metallic tang of my own blood. Every breath is a shallow rasp—ribs grinding like broken glass inside my chest. The chains hold my wrists high; my toes barely scrape the filthy straw. My arms have gone numb from the shoulders down, but the pain in my ribs never dulls. It sharpens with every heartbeat.

Day one of the two days left.

I drift in and out. Fever dreams flicker behind my swollen eye
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