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Bloody Odyssey - Chapter 2: The Fallen
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... ood—thick, metallic, and cloying, clinging to the back of his throat like a living thing.
The world around him was a slaughterhouse tableau: torn flesh scattered across churned earth, viscera smeared in grotesque patterns, bones jutting from the dirt like broken accusations. A warm, fetid breeze brushed his skin, carrying the faint rot of death. He lifted a trembling hand to his forehead. His fingers came away slick and crimson—fresh blood, still warm.
"...Blood?"
His eye ...
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