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... er or later it would run out of whatever fuel it was devouring.
There would be nothing left for it to take, nothing left of him to stitch together.
I narrowed my gaze, my grip on Gravefang tightening.
The thing standing in front of me wasn’t Amon anymore.
There was no trace of the shaman I had once fought, no hint of reason or restraint.
His eyes burned with animal madness, his movements jerky and unnatural, his aura screaming of corruption.
Whatev ...
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