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Chapter Thirty-Three: The Man Who Felt Himself Die (Thomas)

作者: Siren Parker
last update 公開日: 2026-02-17 23:57:05

I have died.

Not metaphorically.

Not poetically.

I felt it.

The weight of the musket ball.

The warmth of blood spreading under my ribs.

The collapse of muscle when breath no longer answered command.

I felt my body hit mud.

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