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Chapter 42: Dusty
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... ilence was growing, a symphony of perfect, harmonious thought that only Dr. Lucian Kael could hear. He stood on the porch of a derelict ranger station, nestled deep in the forests of what had once been a national park. The air here was clean, crisp, and blessedly free of the stench of urban decay. Below him, in the valley, a portion of his flock moved through the trees, a silent, gray river of bodies. They did not hunger here. There was little to hunt. They were simply... waiting. Waiting for hi ...
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