MARK 5:4 “No, no, no—” The word pulses through Asher’s body like fever, each repetition forcing his spine to arch against cold stone. Rain needles his exposed skin, but he’s burning from within. His bound fists clench and unclench in desperate rhythm, like a heart trying to burst from ribcage prison. The scream builds low in his gut, coiling like a serpent. His throat works against it, muscles straining visible beneath filthy skin....
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