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... h the silence like a whip.
Isabelle stood frozen, her chest heaving. The statue behind her, the Angel that had dropped from the cliff was inches from her nose.
Its stone claws were hooked, ready to tear out her throat. Its mouth was a frozen scream of hunger.
"Master..." Isabelle breathed, her eyes watering. "I can’t... I can’t keep staring."
"Formation," Damien snapped. "Back to back. Now."
They stepped together, their spines pressing against each other. ...
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