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... nce’s body and mind like a whetstone against dulled steel. Erebus’s hulking figure loomed before him, its pitch-black fur bristling with unnatural vitality, its scarred cheek glistening under the faint glow of torches. Every time the wolf lunged, the air itself seemed to split, and Loren could feel the ground tremble under the sheer weight of its presence. His arms ached, his breathing burned, yet his body refused to collapse.
Why?
That question gnawed at him as much as Erebus’s ...
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