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Chapter Twenty-Six – Blood Oath
Author: Freezy-Grip
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Darkness, It pressed heavy, endless, suffocating. Somewhere far off, a voice called his name sometimes Jenna’s desperate cry, sometimes Marcus’s gruff bark, sometimes a stranger’s iron command, Denilson clawed against the void. Each breath was fire. Each heartbeat a thunderclap.

Then light, He jolted awake with a ragged gasp. His chest burned like molten iron, every rib screaming, but he lived, Canvas rippled above him. The smell of smoke, blood, and herbs filled his nostrils, His hand twitched against rough blankets.

A low, familiar voice rumbled beside him, “Took your damn time waking, boy.” Denilson turned his head with effort. Marcus sat at his side, coat torn, face bruised, but alive. His revolver rested across his knees, as if even here, in this makeshift tent, he refused to rest.

“Where…?” Denilson’s voice was a rasp, “Safe enough,” Marcus muttered. “Roland’s men dragged us clear. A hidden camp, north ridge. You’ll live, though the medic swears you danced with the Reaper.”

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