knox & Manhattan when the pain starts…it is slow. It tugs at him gently, the way that morning does after a particularly restful sleep. But then it grows deeper, and the tug becomes a pull, then a shredding, and it wrenches him from what he has come to know as reality— —and into something darker. |
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