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The sharp crack of Damien's fist against the stone echoed through the cavern, a brutal punctuation to the suffocating tension between us. I flinched, pulling my damp, half-dried dress tighter around my shivering frame. He had put his ruined trousers and shirt back on, though the fabric still clung to his skin like a second shadow.
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