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    Sam shot bolt upright, gasping for air, the coppery tang of blood spilling out of his mouth and his head pounding.  He shivered and shook, wrapping his tattered shirt tightly around him.  He looked down at the blood staining his front, then pulled open his shirt to reveal unbroken skin.  It was bruised to hell, but there was no sign of the ( Read more... )