Phone Cell
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Téléphone à la main, Marcus vérifiait le temps qu'il lui restait avant que son bien ne s'éteigne. 3 %. Il ne s'était jamais rendu compte avant aujourd'hui combien le temps pouvait avoir une emprise sur toute chose. Trois infimes pour cent, voilà tout ce qu'il lui restait avant de disparaître à jamais, et il ne savait pas combien de temps cela lui laissait... En réalité, peut-être ne voulait-il pas le savoir.
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