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... e what they were doing. The idea that they might be planning something nefarious to break the bridge or send him tumbling into the waters didn’t enter his mind. He had a singular goal—find the pendejo who flew away from him, who fled their fight, and smash him to a pulp. He ran, loping on long, powerful legs, leaving a trail of smoking, burning footsteps. Fire flickered in his wake whether he traversed grass, dirt, or stone. Lifedrinker buzzed with anticipation, hunger, and glee; she was ablaze, ...
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