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T W E N T Y F O U R

T W E N T Y F O U R

Blood splatters my face, the warmth of it sticking to my skin, and I wonder if I’m dead.

I slowly open my eyes, and then realize what has happened. I am not dead; I was not even fired upon. The slaverunner was shot from behind, in the back of the head, and his...

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