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“I wonder where the soul would go,” he asked lightly, more to himself than anything else—not truly expecting an answer from the strange woman as she worked, marveling at the animal’s interior. Once, long ago he’d tried to find it, but he’d failed. He could only conclude that it was within the worthlessness of the wolf itself that such a flaw existed. “I’ve yet to find it,” he continued. She’d stolen away his prey. Crimson gaze had focused on her, unmoving for quite some time. She was mad—perhaps just as mad as he was. He never questioned madness. Chaos was his legacy on this world. The wolf lay between them, but his attention had deviated. |