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... backward through the blood-drenched grass, her trembling hands slick with dirt and gore. The air reeked of iron and rot, but worse than the death surrounding her was the heat building low in her gut—coiling, tightening, an unbearable ache that throbbed in time with her racing heart.
"No," she whispered, voice fraying at the edges. "This—this isn’t happening." She wasn’t sure what it was, but what was clear was that it was something she didn’t want.
She clawed at her own skin, ra ...
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