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... w inside the obsidian coffin peeled itself away from the black stone like wet paper coming off glass.
It hit the hallway floor with a sound like raw meat slapping concrete.
Heavy. Wet. Wrong.
"Ren," his grandmother whispered. Her voice was barely there. "Don’t move."
Ren couldn’t have moved if he wanted to.
The air pressure in the hallway had dropped so fast his ears popped. Made his sinuses ache. The smell of burning sage was gone, replaced by something m ...
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