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... ng with approximately zero good options and a rapidly dwindling window of "not dead yet." The preserved figures moved to intercept, their glass-like bodies refracting the knife’s silver glow into a hundred tiny stars. Beautiful. Creepy as hell.
I swung the bat at the nearest one.
It shattered like a champagne flute dropped on concrete.
The figure exploded into crystalline fragments that dissolved into golden dust before hitting the ground. The Arborist’s smile finally cra ...
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