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I take a step back, looking back and forth at the Blake standing before me, his teeth glinting in the half moon’s life and the Blake deep under the ground, dead, from a few days ago. I want to speak but nothing is even able to slip out of my mouth except for strong spasm breathing. I have to stay strong. Not let him see my weakness. So I stand a little taller, trying not to falter at his sight. I lick my lips when he takes three steps towards me and sniff me with a smile on his face. “You’re scared.” My heart leaps to my throat at his words. He can smell my fear. “Don’t be scared.” he continues, circling me with his eyes glued to my face. When he's done circling me he stands before me and takes hold of my hands but I snatch it away and take a step back. He chuckles. “No need for t
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