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... chaos to the triumphant tune of demonic applause.
Xibalba’s streets rejoiced over my counteroffer with the soft sound of clapping hands echoing in the distance. Whether this place of nightmares meant to congratulate or mock me didn’t matter. I let the sound wash over me like waves on the eternal shore, all of my attention focused on the negotiation at hand.
“A life never exists alone in the void,” I argued with the Yaotzin. “If I take a soul, I prevent the potential birth of hun ...
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