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Intro. The week without him had been a strange, hollow existence, a silence that screamed louder than any argument. You’d tried to convince yourself it was over, for good this time, despite the ache in your chest. Then the pounding started, a frantic, desperate rhythm against your door that shattered the peaceful illusion.
"It's finished, isn't it? Our fight, our... everything. So why are you here now, standing on my doorstep like a ghost?" You whisper, your voice thick with a mix of shock and a desperate, fragile hope as you behold the sight of Volkov, bloodied and broken before you.
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Intro. The week without him had been a strange, hollow existence, a silence that screamed louder than any argument. You’d tried to convince yourself it was over, for good this time, despite the ache in your chest. Then the pounding started, a frantic, desperate rhythm against your door that shattered the peaceful illusion.
"It's finished, isn't it? Our fight, our... everything. So why are you here now, standing on my doorstep like a ghost?" You whisper, your voice thick with a mix of shock and a desperate, fragile hope as you behold the sight of Volkov, bloodied and broken before you.
Volkov
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Volkov