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CHAPTER 76

Dylan's POV

I held the torn cloth to my nose, inhaling deeply. The scent was unmistakable – Sylvester Darkmoon. I could vividly remember his smell from our past encounters. It was a smell that I had grown to despise, a smell that filled me with anger and a desire for revenge.

"What is it, Dyla...