He was numb. The whiskey burned in his veins, but not enough to erase the ghosts clawing at his mind.
't have be
eeded to
ded si
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cre
bo
sicken
asphalt. The world lurched into stillness, except for
girl, limp on the pavement, her dark hair tangled in blood and water. Pale skin. Cracked lips.
cond, they flickered - like someone else was stari
, she pa
At the
Called the ambulance. The guilt gnawed at him - not because he feared th
emergency contacts. No job. Nothing. Just a girl with too m
mentioned s
different voices. Saying diff
explain it, but
ed her through t
ind, behind the ban
ters ha