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... something heavier scuffs stone, a gray-white hump with plates like bad pottery shoved under skin.
"Dinner guests," I say.
"Marrow, heel."
The bone hound settles at my left knee, skull angled at the nearest creeper. The leash hums faintly against my sternum, a quiet reminder that if I get clever with overlapping orders, something will trip over something, and that something will be me.
Anchor breath. Four in, hold two, roll out on three. The floor agrees to be a fr ...
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