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... ed before me—a living nightmare clawing at the edges of my vision. The scent of damp earth and iron filled the air, mingling with the acrid tang of burning canvas. Through the skeletal gaps in the trees, I caught glimpses of the fight:
Ann moved like shadow given form, her dark fur rippling as she wove between two hulking werewolves. Her claws flashed, precise and lethal, each strike leaving crimson trails in the moonlight. Nearby, Philip danced around Khaleed’s spear thrusts, his dagger ...
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