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The soldier’s legs kicked wildly, scrambling to find purchase against the air. He screamed as his body contorted violently, spine twisting and limbs bending backward. There was a sickening crunch, and the man’s body hung limply in the air. A moment later, the dead soldier’s heart burst forth through layers of armor and flesh and soared into Declan’s outstretched palm.
Emily Jackson
Shouldn’t be hot. But it is
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