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... trewn across the forest floor like broken barrels.
He cleaned his blade with a cloth he kept tucked in his coat, flicked away the last drops of blood, and exhaled slowly.
"What am I supposed to do with all of these?"
He muttered, staring at the dozen carcasses.
Dragging them all back himself was out of the question, and it was still too early to disturb Melissa or Bruce.
He tapped a finger against his chin thoughtfully.
Then, he felt it—a few famil ...
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