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... orward like a shadow torn loose from the tree, sprinting toward the inner side of the dungeon—deliberately opposite the direction where the patrol guards slumped in their half-dead sleep—because while their eyelids drooped in careless ignorance.
They never realized that three pairs of dark red eyes had paused to stare at them for the briefest heartbeat before slipping away, leaving behind nothing but a crawling chill that they hastily blamed on the night air, convinced no sane soul would ...
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