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... Help...me...sla—"
The last word tried to come out but Ezra shoved the spear tip deeper into the cranium.
Its fingers were still locked on his thighs.
He could feel his own pulse against the pressure of its grip. Pressure that stayed relentlessly.
Blood—no, what came out was purple liquid that stained the green on the dirt.
It didn’t even flinch.
Its head tilted back, slow, past the point where a neck should stop. Even with most of the blade plunged ...
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