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Fifty-eight: Lives on the line

Temperance

"You don't have to do this," My throat burning as my words barely make a sound. The dry blood caked on my skin is slightly chipping away. My body smells like blood and body odor. My hair is oily and filled with blood. My face is swollen, my eyes barely able to open. I only wonder how I’m...

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