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... he weight of the dagger in his hand a constant reminder of the goblin's blood still clinging to its blade.
The inky sensation from the kill lingered in his arm, a cold, crawling energy that made his skin prickle.
His heart hadn't stopped racing since the basement, and the vision's demonic laughter echoed in his mind, mixing with the fear that he was still, undeniably, in way over his head.
I just killed something, he thought, his stomach churning.
Me. The guy who ...
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