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Chapter 2: The Next Evolution
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... ound, his body broken and covered in wounds. His breath came out in shallow gasps, each one harder than the last. Snowflakes drifted down from the sky, melting as they touched his blood-soaked skin.
He should have been dead already.
Betrayed. Hunted. Left to die like a dog in this cursed wasteland.
A few hours ago, he had fought for his life against men he once called allies. The Black Fangs, a mercenary group he had bled for, had turned on him the moment he was no longer ...
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