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... tumbling to the ground in a clumsy heap.
A whole stick of incense worth of time passed before his muddled brain could grasp what had just happened.
Li Mumu, or perhaps not Li Mumu, was bitten to death by some unknown specter right before his eyes.
He watched as blood splattered on his face, but now, recalling the event, it suddenly took on an unreal, dream-like quality.
There was no blood, no fangs, no corpse, not even the feathers he last remembered seeing.
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