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... its broad, bare back, and its blood gushing swiftly into the river. It was then that Dylan noticed about a dozen spikes—no, not spikes, crude spear-like things, resembling pickaxes, piercing the creature’s body.
Some gaping wounds looked like they had been hastily torn out, as if the beast had tried to rip them from its own flesh. But seeing it move in slow agony, Dylan understood it was suffering horribly.
He recognized those weapons. After all, he had witnessed the moment when ...
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