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Chapter 2: Whispers of Tragedy Part -
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... is body, mixing with the blood that coated his ripped garments. His left hand was gripping a sword, the hilt slippery from rain.
While his other hand lay twisted and mutilated, the bone beneath the ripped tissue was a horrifying sight.
"Huff...huff..."
As he tried calm down himself, his breaths cut through the silence of the forest.
He was dressed in a black leather jacket that matched his raven hair and matching trousers.
His rugged features and sinewy mu ...
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