"Evil is done without effort, naturally, it is the working of fate; good is always the product of an art."
- Charles Baudelaire

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Finished speaking, he deflated and rested his head against her. She grinned softly and readily carried his weight.

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In which our trio escapes into the light from the predators who'd hidden in their shadows.

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| WARNING |

Chapters 30 contain graphic human violence. Readers sensitive to blood take care.