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... at his desk. He cleaned the bruise on his shoulder with antiseptic. The cotton swab stung. He did not flinch.
The torn jacket lay on the chair. He would sew it later. For now, he focused on the cards. They were spread out in a fan. The King of Fangs sat in the center. It was cool to the touch now. The heat from the merge had faded.
Kuro perched on the edge of the desk. He was in his human form. He wore the dark-feathered coat. His legs were crossed. He looked like a student wait ...
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