in the heart of the beast
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     You know what to do, a smaller voice said. Ahren heard it and his ears swiveled, but he could not find the source. The voice was his. Or, at least, it was similar to his. Ruddy-venetian eyes rose and focused on a non-specific point, darkening with his thoughts. When Corona spoke, he blinked and turned his head, focusing on her. That itch remained, that peculiar voice. He knew what to do.
“What happens when he dies, then?” You know. You’ve always known.





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