Seth sat in a car, wrapped up in a comforter to make his journey more manageable. Every move hurt a different part of his body. But as he once told Dom, dying only made him feel more alive. It wasn’t a pleasurable existence, but he was here. Breathing slowly, getting ready to lick his wounds.
It was still dark, but the faint purple glow of a rising sun was visible above the trees.




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