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Chapter 36: The Hunger of the Crowd
Author: Tria
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The gray fog swirled through the library doors, tasting of wet earth and ancient, stale decay. Kirill slumped against the stacks, his fingers—or what remained of them—trembling as the flickering violet static threatened to tear his arm into nothingness.

Putri rushed to his side, her hands frantically patting down his shoulders. "Kirill! Talk to me. Did you hear that? The campus is... the morgue? What was that lunatic talking about?"

 

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