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Zarek

The last thing I remember is the blood—warm and relentless—spilling from my chest.

It’s not the first time I’ve been wounded, but this… this is different.

A sharp, burning pain spreads through every vein in my body, fraying me from the inside out. It’s just a stab, I tell myself, but it doesn’t feel like one. My organs feel like they’re crumbling, folding beneath the weight of the pain.

I co