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Kangmin stared emptily at the crossbow beside him, still wet with blood. Not the blood of the nightkin the weapon was meant for; the blood of the man standing across the table from him—his own kin.
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@Maryybabs123The flickering lamplight cast long shadows across the small hunting lodge. The only sounds were the crackling fire and the slow, rhythmic drip of blood hitting the wooden floorboards.
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