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... So It came forth, sharper and harder to endure. A voice whispering its demand. Kill.
The thirst, the need to ruin, to make something end. They sharpened greater, circling at the edge of his mind like a starved beast directing at the only breathing thing within reach.
Before his mind could cease the warning, he was already leaning toward her, hands pressed at the side of her head, his breathing heavy as the mere thought of the color of her blood drowned his mind.
Would it ...
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