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... choes of what had just happened. Trafalgar and Barth stood outside the door, backs leaning against the wall, neither of them speaking.
From inside, a low growl broke the silence, followed by the sharp scrape of claws. Then came Lucien’s voice—shrieking, raw with pain.
Barth clamped his hands over his ears, his face pale. "I-I don’t want to hear this..."
Trafalgar’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t move. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the sound wash over him. ’I’ll n ...
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