“What if I could stop the pain and still promise you a long, long life?” Soft fingers traced Roman’s face. It sounded too good to be true. A deal with the devil, but Roman was beyond caring. He nodded frantically. “Then yes. Please. Please help.” His voice came out gurgled this time, and he could taste the metallic tang of his own blood in his mouth. The stranger’s fingers stilled. “If I help you, what will you do for me?” “What do you want?” Roman would give him anything. “Will you promise to stay by my side?” It was a strange request, to come from a man he’d never met before, but easy enough
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