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Teaser Tuesday: Dark Metropolis by Jaclyn Dolamore


Nan stated at his fallen form and exhaled sharply, then dropped back down on the tracks. He still wasn't moving. She got the knife from his limp fingers. Quickly, she searched his pockets. nothing but a few coins and a book of prayers. She could envision him reading prayers by the weak light, trying to hold on to his humanity even while he hungered for blood. Her hands were covered in the flecked blood that had come from his skin and clothes. She brushed her hands together again and again but she just kept feeling it.

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