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The impact of the elbow against the bridge of my nose was a dull, white thunderclap that shattered the glassy calm of the corridor into a storm of red sparks and screaming nerves, and I did not even have time to register the pain before the second blow, a knee driven with the mechanical precision of a piston, caught me in the solar plexus and folded my lungs into a wet, crumpled thing inside my...
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