But then—
There it was again.
A slight tremor in her hand.
His heart started racing.
He checked her pupils.
Her breathing.
Her reflexes.
Everything was weak… but not gone.
Not finished.
“She’s still fighting,” he whispered.
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But then—
There it was again.
A slight tremor in her hand.
His heart started racing.
He checked her pupils.
Her breathing.
Her reflexes.
Everything was weak… but not gone.
Not finished.
“She’s still fighting,” he whispered.
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