I have always wanted it, he thought, guiltily. May the gods forgive me. It was a hunger inside him, sharp as a dragonglass blade. A hunger... he could feel it. He needed to kill and fill his belly with fresh meat and hot dark blood. His mouth began to water with the thought.
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