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... fting wolves, whose consciousness was invaded by ghosts, turned red-eyed, tearing frantically at fresh flesh.
You tear off a piece of thigh, I snatch away a head, red blood splatters, staining the yellow earth, and the head’s face quickly turns into a bloody mess, with the nose, eyes, and ears indistinct, bones exposed, unrecognizable.
These people, just before yesterday, were "disciples with potential" in the Tannery, vaguely holding a higher status, yet just failing one test, t ...
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