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Agustin's breath was ragged as he pushed through the thick curtain of smoke, coughing against the sting in his lungs. He couldn't see, even breath but the weight of guilt and saving two lives gnawing at him. Every step up the final staircase felt like dragging himself through hell, but his mind was razor-focused ā cutting through panic, flame, and pain with only one thought:

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