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... e smoke.
It drifted.
It settled.
It burned.
Zyran’s mockery was already rotten, already poisonous, already too much for any man to swallow, but when he stepped lower, dragging Cyrus’ unborn children into his smirk, something inside Cyrus snapped.
Not gently.
Not slowly.
Not quietly.
It snapped like a bone twisted out of place.
The sound of it was not heard, but everyone felt it. A shiver crawled along the dirt. The wooden be ...
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