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a
rists from a rusted pipe in a warehouse smelling of
liquid silver, burning my skin. My d
r creaked. Hethe light. But not
gone. Replaced by pools of glowing, fe
ed. A vibration tha
had drugged him, st
a speaker. Haven, distorted. "She is the l
cent was masked by Wolfsbane and filth. To
cha
ugh the muzzle, only gurgle. He hit me again and aga
ws across my stoma
a thought to him
grabbed my throat, slammed
he sn
on went
slightly. He dropped me. I crumpled, ropes snapping.
my blood. A flicker of confusion crossed his face. But the drug
re for a
ing to d
o
my mind. Not a whi
t
ver. Star fire. White light knit my ribs.
. With a trembling finger, I
words on the
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rough the ruined muzzle, "reject
ething snap inside me-a guillotine
ng, bleeding, alo
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