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... nd low—more breath than sound.
But even that quiet murmur was enough.
The gaunt man—mid-swing, mid-torture—jerked as though struck by lightning. He twisted around sharply, the rusted hammer still clutched in his bony hand.
And behind him, barely illuminated by the flickering torchlight, knelt a man with a face mauled and bloodied beyond recognition.
He looked like a corpse risen from the grave, yet his amethyst eyes glowed with something far worse than death.
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