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... fingers trembling around the glass of cheap whiskey. The liquid barely burned going down, but it did nothing to settle the unease twisting inside him. His eyes were hollow, dark circles sunken into his skin, his once-pristine clothes now wrinkled and stained.
Three days.
Three days of running. Of hiding. Of waiting for it all to pass.
He had heard what happened. It was all the townspeople could talk about. Cain took everyone in the Silver Moon pack as slaves. He ransacke ...
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