Taehoon (Tyler) Oh

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Grant clawed at his son’s throat, tearing out handfuls of fleshy meat and discarding them on the sand. His fingers closed around his dying son’s vertebrae, crushing the bones with one powerful fist, and the lifeless torso crumbled to the ground, blood gushing from the severed head that Grant held aloft, brandishing it like a macabre trophy.
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