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The walls were damp, plaster cracking under the strain of humidity, and the ceiling light flickering in a tired rhythm that matched his pulse. Benedict sat hunched at the table, his once-impeccable posture reduced to a slouch born of exhaustion. The air was thick with suppressant fumes, half-evaporated from the glass vials scattered around him. Each breath scraped down his throat like rust.
He pressed the injector against his skin, the hiss of the serum loud in the silence. For a ...
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