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The creeping sensation of the other's words, the sickening dread that laced each syllable.
It forced his jaw to set, he'd look to the shadows that flanked him. To that hazy shape steadily taking form.
❝That's a word for it. I'd say it's about the same as it always is.❞ https://t.co/ATdFm8FmUd