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... vibrating through her claws still pressed against my skull.
Shrewd? The word bounced around in my head.
Was that a compliment? Or the prelude to a slow, painful execution?
My brain scrambled for a response, every option sounding either suicidal or stupid. In the end, all I managed was a weak, awkward:
"Uh... thanks?"
Even I cringed at myself. Who in their right mind said thanks to a fox-god that could incinerate them with a sneeze?
The Matriarch ti ...
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