The pain across his head hit hard causing a blinding headache.
Like something inside Lorenzo’s mind had been forced open with a blade. He gripped the edge of the table, knuckles whitening as his vision blurred.
“Lorenzo…” Sofia rushed forward.
“I’m fine,” he muttered, but he wasn’t, not even close.
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Flash and fragments of his memory began coming back. In a dark, cold room that was filled with the smell of antiseptic and metal. The voices were muffled and unclear.
“You need to stay still, you won’t remember this.”A firm hand gripped his shoulder.
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Lorenzo staggered back slightly, breath catching.
“No…” he muttered as another flash came in brighter this time.
He could now clearly see a younger version of himself, barely more than a teenager was strappe
