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... heart, which had been hammering with affection just a moment ago, now thudded with anxiety.
The heavy, rhythmic squelch of mud outside was unmistakable. Whatever was out there was massive, and the low, wet huff of air following each step sent a shiver straight down my spine that had nothing to do with the temperature.
Raiden, sensing the shift in the air, let out a tiny, sharp growl from deep within my coat. I immediately pressed my palm over the fabric, muffling him. ’Not now, ...
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