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... that filtered through the wooden floorboards. The low murmur of voices from below made her tail flick anxiously, brushing against the folds of her blanket as she hugged her knees to her chest.
She had hoped—prayed—that after her conversation with Nick, there would be time to find another way.
But it seemed time was the one thing they no longer had.
Below, the muffled voices of the beastmen council carried through the house. There were more of them than usual tonight. They ...
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