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... as not the sound of amusement; it was the sound of glass breaking inside a coffin, a dry splintering crackle that scraped against the inside of Ning’s skull.
"I suppose you could say I... integrated him. Every scrap of him. His flesh, his memories, even that pathetic little spark he called ambition. I devoured him body and soul."
The creature stepped closer, its movements impossibly fluid, a predator inspecting its meal. It leaned in its voice, dropping to a conspiratorial whispe ...
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