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... r rustling barely masking the low, guttural breathing that hung in the air—a deep, primal hunger.
Reika's pulse thudded in her ears, each beat a heavy reminder of how exhausted her body was, her fingers wrapped tightly around her nunchaku. Her knuckles were white from the strain, a sign of how much longer she could hold on. The fight had gone on for hours, and the pain... hell, it was unbearable. But she couldn't afford to stop—not now. Not when she was so close.
Across from her, ...
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