Chapter Twenty Seven

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Blood coated the floor around Max. It was as if he was bathing in his own red slime. His body began to pale, his muscles began to weaken, and his heartbeat began to slow. His eyes began to lose the power to stay open.

Death.



Or was it?

Max didn't know anymore.

He just wanted it all to end.


Death. Take me away.

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