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... ruding from a feathered face that reeked of rotting meat. Only inches from his throat stretched a ragged yellow beak smeared with lurid gore.
Finding himself face-to-face with a mankiller while only half-awake, Edge screamed and threw himself back, knowing that he would never get away in time. That he was already dead, experiencing the final moment of his all-too-short life.
But to his surprise, then immense relief, instead of carving through his face like a hot knife through cre ...
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