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The loudest gunshot Jesper ever heard, was the one that went through Wylan’s shoulder. The blood on the wet Ketterdam pavement was a grotesque saturated splotch in such a gray city. The same way he leached the color out of jurda blossoms was the way he knit together the arteries and skin. Wylan’s face was lined with pain but at least he was alive. It was the only rush Jesper never wanted to feel again.