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... late... Rear Admiral Borsalino."
Darren reached out with a trembling hand, trying to brace himself against a crack in the nearby rock wall—
but his fingers slipped, and he collapsed again.
Thick drops of blood splattered across the snow like crimson plum blossoms.
His ribs were shattered. His lungs burned with every breath. The taste of iron filled his mouth, and waves of pain surged from every muscle and every bone, crashing against his mind like a storm.
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