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... No body. No blood. Just a smudge on the ground where the heat went sideways and a patch of air that no one wanted to breathe anymore.
Which is rude, frankly. If you’re going to try to kill me, at least leave something I can autopsy or loot.
I stood at the edge of the basin. Dust in my fur, ash clinging to everything. My claws ached like I’d spent the last hour gripping something too tightly. I had. My own control. The basin flame didn’t recover.
It just sat there. Barely ...
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