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... ribs.
“Elena… she thinks you’re dead,” she whispered, barely able to find her voice.
The man on the altar swallowed hard, the cords in his neck straining. “They wouldn’t let me die,” he rasped. “They… feed me pieces of them.”
The candles sputtered, as if the shadows had exhaled all at once. The thing above the altar moved again—slow, deliberate, dragging its bulk down the wall.
It wasn’t a shape Mira could name. Its body was a weave of sinew and bone, crawling in ...
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