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GFG – Wounded In The Stomach
Rain slicks the alley as Mara staggers from the warehouse, hands pressed to the bloom spreading across her white dress. A silencer coughs, and the second bullet drills deep into her lower belly, driving her to her knees. She claws at the brick, but the shooter’s shadow swallows her, and Mara crumples, breath hitching, as warmth pools beneath her
