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... er the strain of truth, her palms slapping the stone hard enough to send a jolt through the cavern.
Her eyes locked onto Victor as he stood with one hand pressed to the side of his skull, fingers coming away crimson and glistening.
The gash Atticus had opened with that flask wept steadily, a dark river tracing the sharp line of his jaw, dripping onto his collar with soft, obscene plinks that sounded almost like applause in the sudden hush.
Victor tilted his head before sm ...
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