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... xisting, the stones beneath my boots rattled with the sound.
It wasn’t the kind of growl you hear from dogs, not even the nasty kind that sleep under butcher’s carts and bite at anyone foolish enough to wander too close. No, this was something deeper, something older, like a furnace deciding it had opinions about my existence.
The men around me jumped back then, a ripple of bodies stumbling and shoving each other in their frantic attempt to make space, as though the extra foot or ...
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