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- Drew clambered up from the stone floor, unsteady, wind almost propelling him into the night. A movement in the corner of his eye made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end: the beast within him sensed the coming danger, but he was too slow. The broken steel of the Wolfshead blade struck home once more, plunged deep into his shoulder. He fell forward, the sundered sword sliding out of his flesh as he collapsed onto the stone deck of the tower. Drew looked back as Lucas stood there; the blond boy’s eyes were wild, a tortured smile almost carving his face in two, sweat-slicked locks clinging to his brow. He struck down with the broken blade, again and again, threatening to deliver the killing blow at any moment. Drew rolled, dodging each swing, but only delaying the inevitable as his stamina drained away.
- B6 P6 C7
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