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Chapter 41: Feral II
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... p. Just two left.’
His vision swam. Red at the edges. Black in the center.
But he could still see. And what he saw was going to get someone else killed.
Lyra’s creature had backed itself against the cart, using the iron frame as a wall to shield its spine.
It kept its head low and its armored skull facing outward, snapping at anything that came within range. Lyra was circling it.
Trying to find an angle that didn’t exist.
"Lyra!" Revan’s voice came ...
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