Escape from Furnace- Death Sentence - Alexander Gordon Smith
I barely even looked where I was walking, focusing just enough to stop myself tripping up the stairs. Behind me, from the yard, I could hear people calling out a name, my name, telling me to wait, but I wasn't listening. The pain in my head was too much to bear, the nectar and voice like artillery shells pounding seven shades out of each other in the battlefield of my brain.
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