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... grass and the ashes of the old world. He kept a low profile, his notched machete gripped tightly in his hand, eyes locked on the moving beast.
Maggie ran, swift and efficient, her silhouette slipping between the gravestones and ruins like a perfectly thrown decoy. And the creature, all of it, barreled toward her. Its guttural breathing left a harsh trail in its wake. Its claws scraped against stone, and its hooves echoed like drums in a macabre melody.
But Dylan wasn’t looking a ...
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