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... . He couldn’t breathe properly. The trembling wouldn’t stop. The world felt like it was spinning.
From the moment Ha Dohoon had grabbed his throat, his mind had half-shut down. Memories that had been buried deep—memories of trauma—began playing in his head like short, silent films.
A few years after he’d run away from home, he’d gotten a job at a factory introduced to him by a man from a construction site.
It was the kind of place where you moved like a machine, without p ...
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