Sebastian Freytag lay trembling in the pale-lit Edwardian chamber, every breath shallow as excruciating pain tore through him. Through the blur he saw his fiancé approaching, and with the last of his strength he reached out, whispering hoarsely. “Please… help me. The pain gets worse every day. They don’t believe me, but you know it’s real. Please… don’t let me fight this alone.”
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