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Shadow Runners #3


I run, and run, searching for the end of this God-forsaken life, trying to find a soul to devour, and I don't care whose. I need a soul, for mine was lost to the teeth of God's worst creation. Those things whose names cannot be uttered without disgust and putrid vomit pouring into the mouth. The vile taste of flesh always lingers. I run, and run, sliding through the darkness, blinking is slower than my pace. My burden grows heavier with each step. I run, and run, hunting the person that will give me freedom. Give me a soul.

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