“One line said, ‘Blood creates pain, it kills the weak-spined.’” Aran’s voice lilted as she mimicked the timbre of the creepy voice. Ascher ran his tattooed knuckles over his horns with frustration. “What do those words mean?” Aran opened her mouth to respond, and I cut her off. “What do you mean?” I asked. “It was pretty self-explanatory. Blood creates pain and kills the weak.” “What?” Ascher stared at
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