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The Ballad of Mercy May; 0007

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all she knows, she could be headed right for the creature’s lair.

The realization strains her already flagging stamina. Her legs aching from the effort, her lungs burning for want of air, her mind lost and confused in more ways than one, the woman starts to slow.

As if sensing her weakness, the monster pursuing her lets out a roar of triumph. The woman does not need to look over her shoulder to know it has put on a burst of speed for this last leg of the pursuit… but she does anyway. What she sees is more horrifying than


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