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... lade by degrees rather than forcing the strike. If my danger sense was telling me not to finish the fox, then I’d be a fool to ignore it.
That skill had dragged me back from the brink more times than I cared to count—too many close calls, too many moments where survival came down to trusting it without question. This was not the moment to start second-guessing its warnings.
My gaze stayed locked on the fox. It coughed weakly, the sound wet and rattling, a spatter of blood stainin ...
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