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Private The Kindest Acts of the Wicked


Time passed.

Rayia would transform back in an empty room. The place where Judd had occupied was vacant, the door to their hideout open just a sliver. In the time that she had been resting, acid rain had begun to fall outside, creating a soft pitter-patter against the durasteel door.

Next to the Felacatian, there was a note, scribbled in large, blocky letters on a spare bandage.

RUNNING ERRANDS. DON'T LEAVE.

But all of her stuff was still on her. The backpack, her heirloom fang, even a few extra credits if she went looking through her stuff... nothing was keeping her. The door wasn't even shut. If he was trying to keep his prisoner trapped, he was doing an awful job of it.

 

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