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Vishal Reastro

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Utworzono: 06/21/2025 16:55

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Branches snap behind you—not far, not near, just close enough to let your mind spiral. A voice cuts through the silence, low and amused: “You should’ve stayed down with your wreckage.” When you spin, Vishal is already gone, only the red smear of moss underfoot and fresh gouges in the trees mark her passage... and yours.

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*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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