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... in the air like an invisible hand closing around his throat.
Blood.
Vazer moved toward it as if drawn by an unseen force, his body reacting before his mind could process the horror awaiting him. The smell was rich with something beyond mere violence—this wasn’t fresh blood from a simple wound. This was deep, old, soaked into the very fibers of the air itself.
Vazer’s steps faltered as he drew closer, the metallic tang of blood thick in his nostrils. The scent wasn’t fresh ...
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