Chapter 113 Echoes Of The Past

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Ryan paced the length of his small apartment like a caged animal, every nerve in his body on fire. The TV murmured some late-night nonsense in the background, but he couldn’t hear it over the pounding in his skull. The half-empty bottle of whiskey on the table glared at him...

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