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... the air, like some ominous premonition.
Luna Sutton leaned her back against the rough tree trunk, her nails digging deeply into the bark.
She stared at the man who was awakening, a wave of dread washing over her heart.
The man’s fingers were twitching, every joint emitting a teeth-gritting "crack" sound.
Under his pale skin appeared web-like blue-purple blood vessels, as if worms were crawling beneath the surface.
Then, he started to violently strike his ...
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