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His once-powerful muscles had wasted away, leaving behind a pale, frail shell weakened by relentless deprivation.
His cheeks had sunken, the sharp ridges of his cheekbones now stark against his hollowed face. His hands trembled, the tendons and knobby joints painfully visible, each finger a gaunt reminder of his physical decay. Every step was a trial—his knees cracked and thudded against the floor with each movement, sending jolts of pain through his fragile frame, as if his bones might shatter under the strain.
Dean’s body was failing him, but in the hollow recesses of his mind, something else endured—a flicker of resistance that refused to die, even as the world around him crumbled.
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