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indent The laughter cut through his skull like a bullet. It made his eyes go dead, took him back to a time that he no longer wished to remember, and then the voice brought him back. Like a wildfire the fury boiled through his blood, hatred darkening his eyes until they were nearly a different color. With blood still covering his coat and the sinew stuck between his teeth, he spat and cast a glance toward Anselm as he went off, only to be startled by Rachias charging forward. She dropped to the sand and enveloped the boy with her body. Motioning for Faolin and Talitha to leave, he remained where he was. He didn’t say anything. He couldn’t; this was the second brother he had taken from her within the year.





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