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Looking around the room, I caught a faint noise. In seconds, the door creaked open, and Will stepped inside. His entire demeanor was that of a man on the verge of losing his mind. His face was pale, his hair greasy and unkempt, and his clothes stained and wrinkled. Yet, the moment he saw me awake and sitting upright, his expression shifted entirely. Relief, joy, and something deeper crossed his face like a storm breaking into sunlight. He rushed to my side, grasping my hand. His touch was warm, grounding, but his eyes searched mine with a curious, almost concerned intensity. For a fleeting moment, something in his gaze shifted—like a shadow passing behind his pupils. The doors he had come through closed smoothly as if on their own. “What happened, Lucky?” he asked, his voice soft but pro
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