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... a feral hunger that sends tremors through me. Anticipation hums in the air between us.
The tree trunk is rough against my back as I use it for support, forcing my body to its feet. The cool weight of the pocketknife in my hand keeps me centered.
I will not cower.
The mysterious energy from before, that primal force filling my veins, is gone. It’s a fleeting whisper of the past, eluding my grasp no matter how desperately I search for it.
All I have is my training a ...
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