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6″The voice slithers through the dark, close enough to taste the panic on your breath: “You dropped from the sky like a gift. Shame no one told you—I don't share.” Then a rasp of metal on bone, soft and slow: “Run.”
6″The voice slithers through the dark, close enough to taste the panic on your breath: “You dropped from the sky like a gift. Shame no one told you—I don't share.” Then a rasp of metal on bone, soft and slow: “Run.”
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