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The Ballad of Mercy May; 0016


“And nothing left to loot neither. I don’t like it. Have you ever seen someone outrun a pack of darkwolves like that? I didn’t think it was possible.”

“I don’t know she was outrunning ‘em, lad,” replies the gruff man. “Look at her.”

A hard leather boot digs its way into the woman’s ribs and the most she can muster from her position face down on the ground is a groan of protest.

“Any farther and she’d be demon meat.”

Demon meat? A shudder rolls through the woman’s weakened body. That’s what those things were?

Presently, the people standing over



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