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... p just a few inches, I'd be under his groin.
Tempting? No. Not even a little.
So I stood up, dignity clinging to me like a loose sock.
Now here's the problem... I'm standing in front of Malthus.
My body is screaming run, but instead, I'm just... here. Existing.
This feels like some Final Destination-type curse, except instead of a log truck, I got a Demon.
Malthus and I were face-to-face. Strangely, he wasn't attacking.
Instead, he was givi ...
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