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     The disease was isolated, but only by so much. Jasper was nearly comatose, and Laruku drifted in and out. He had not yet heard about Nikita, but he would in time. Perhaps it had been lucky Ahren had been the one to turn so violent—he was smaller then nearly all of the other males here, and easier to control. At least in some sense of the word, given he fought like spitfire and a wet wildcat all at once. “Alcohol,” he responded almost instantly. “Why don’t you take care of the accordion and I’ll deal with the strings, ja?”





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