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The red fluid contrasting starkly with the pale floor covering. It dripped from fingertips trembling in pain, shaking from the build up of an agony finding no other way to express itself. He struggled. Resisting an enemy force that was no longer present. No longer here to cause him pain, except to haunt him in his dreams. He had given himself again. Given himself up so no other would have to suffer what he now did. Because he could not suffer the alternative. He struggled, fighting the care he needed. Blood splattered on the floor. **********
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