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... ragon’s head, staring into its blue eyes as it sat on the table, just before it suddenly tried to bite its tail.

"You remind me of him," he said, wearing a faint smile.

When Jack was four, he’d run into a stray cat on a rainy night just beyond the walls of his house. He already knew what his parents’ reaction would be, so—with his deceased twin brother, Jobe—they hid it and cared for it. They named it Ash.

Unfortunately, Ash didn’t last long. The moment their parents foun ...

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