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... ged upward, his shadow dagger slicing through the dark in an upward arc—like an uppercut made of shadow.
CRACK!
SQUELCH!
He felt the blade connect—striking something hard, like a shell—and then a warm, sticky liquid splattered over his hand.
The putrid stench intensified, making him grimace as he yanked the dagger free.
THUD!
A heavy body crashed to the ground, exhaling a final guttural growl befor ...
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