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... er lay at his feet, its dark, jagged limbs sprawled awkwardly across the bloodstained floor. The pocket knife in his hand dripped black. The blade wasn't even long, yet somehow, it had cut clean.
His chest rose and fell, but his breath wasn't ragged. His arms weren't trembling.
He felt... fine.
And that scared him.
The woman stood a few steps away, gripping her injured leg. She was staring at him—not at the monster, at him.
She looked like she had seen a g ...
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