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... igure’s head completed its turn. The grinding sound of ice against bone echoed across the square like breaking glass. Those empty sockets held his gaze with an intelligence that made his skin crawl—this wasn’t some mindless beast driven by hunger or territorial instinct. This thing was thinking.
"Nobody move," he whispered, though his voice carried further than intended in the dead air. "Back behind the nearest wagon. Slowly."
The caravan retreated, boots crunching softly on the ...
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