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“Marsha.”

Freeman’s eyes snapped open. The unfocused vision from his concussion was beginning to clear.

’How much time has passed?’

Perhaps it was already too late. But regardless, he forced his exhausted body to stand.

“I’ll protect her.”

Freeman’s legs started moving.

Towards where Marsha was.

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