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... floor. Blood pooled beneath him, soaking into his already ruined shirt, turning the white fabric into a deep, wet crimson.
His breaths were ragged, weak—each one coming out as a pathetic rasp as he struggled to cling to the last threads of his life.
Cain crouched beside him, tilting his head as he observed the dying man with the same level of interest one might have for an insect caught in a web.
"You swore loyalty to me," Cain mused, his voice calm—almost amused. He rea ...
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