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Click.

A dry, hollow snap. His eyes flew open. He was still there. Still breathing. The sweat on his face felt like tears. He passed the shotgun to Marta, hands shaking so hard the gun rattled. buckshot roulette

“I know,” Leo said.

Marta took it without hesitation. She didn’t put it under her chin. She pressed the muzzle to her temple, right against the bone. Her face was stone. Click. A dry

Click.

“Round two,” he said. He pushed the shotgun toward Leo. “Keep passing left. Dead men don’t pass.” buckshot roulette

The sound was a physical thing. It shattered the quiet like a fist through a window. A wet, percussive slap.