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... d on Antoine recovering.

Sure, we had hoped for it when we used his nightmare trope to try and ease some of his trauma so he might stand a fighting chance against the wolf, but that was a pipe dream.

It was uninformed. It was… meant to make Kimberly feel better.

Somehow, he had beaten the curse. I couldn’t be sure, but I assumed it was because our advanced rolling silver disconnected him from the pack. Maybe it was even the emergence of Clara wolf.

Whatever the ca ...

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