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... I breathed in slowly, tasting the iron on my tongue, tracing every soul that still pulsed in the ruins around me. My senses burned, every nerve alive, every twitch of muscle crying out for blood. I was hungry. Terribly, unnervingly hungry.
"You feel it too, don’t you? We’re running out of time, little one." My fingers slid over Beelzebub’s fur; the creature clung to me tighter than ever, its warmth brushing my cheek. So it sensed it as well? The weight of death drawing near...
Wi ...
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