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... iss burned in his nostrils as Ryan jolted awake in a nest of rotting garbage. A rat gnawed at the frayed laces of his busted sneakers. He threw up a hand against the knife-edge sunlight stabbing through the alley, only to freeze at the sight of his own arm—mottled with bruises he didn’t remember earning.
An empty bottle of cheap rye whiskey clattered to the pavement when he tried to stand.
"Fuck..." His voice scraped like rusted metal. Ryan staggered toward a oily puddle, catchin ...
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