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... though stirred by an invisible breeze of nerves. Every strand seemed to waggle with its own apprehension as he walked toward Honcho Morock, bracing himself the way a condemned soldier braces for the blade.
Morock stood like an executioner behind the ritual table, broad shoulders hunched, lips curling upward. That evil smile unfurled across his face like a dark flower opening under moonlight. Without a word he seized Dax’s thumb, and with the precision of a butcher pierced it from top to ...
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