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... rom the porch was foul—a thick, suffocating mix of cheap ale, stale sweat, and the sharp copper tang of fresh blood.
He pushed the door open.
The interior was dimly lit by a dying lantern, its flickering light casting long, dancing shadows over a scene of absolute depravity.
Harven lay on the floor. The old Village Head was naked and lifeless, his body twisted on the floorboards, his face frozen in a silent scream.
His backside was mutilated, a mess of torn flesh ...
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