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... efused to unclench, but the color was already visible to everyone watching. Black. Pitch black. The color of doom.
The gasps began as a low ripple—first from the strangers, then from her own group, and finally from the natives who erupted into triumphant chants and thunderous stomping, their blood-slick feet pounding the earth with anticipation. The drums increased, both in volume and speed, like a heartbeat reaching its peak before stopping altogether.
Liam’s mouth went dry. His ...
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