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X - Chasing Death
I did not know how to react. I just stood there and stared at the King’s face. My body went numb and my thoughts wandered. Orphan. Hybrid. Wolf. Murderer. Darkness. The rage that simmered underneath my skin retreated and vanished. All of a sudden, I was overwhelmed by a terrible sense of emptiness. I felt hollow as though my insides were scooped out. “Lies,” said Michael as he and Carlisle stepped beside me. “Tell me, Elven King, why should we trust you?” “You claim to know of our kind, Soul Dealer, yet you do not realize that the Fair folk only pursue ends with fruition,” said the King as he shifted in his seat. The vines of the throne moved and adjusted, following the Elven King’s movements. “Tell me, Mikael, what fruit shall I reap with sowing the seeds of deception? I have no use fo
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