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... on a microscopic level.
The tiny, restless movements of insects scurrying across the ground.
The soft chirping of birds. The whispering melody of the wind threaded through the trees.
It was a phenomenal sensation.
Then, his blood ignited. It surged through his veins like molten lava, bubbling violently inside him.
He bit down on his lip, stifling a scream, the metallic tang of blood filling his mouth.
'I have to... I can't give up.'
He push ...
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