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Chapter 35 – Meat Memory

Eli

The smell of blood wakes me.

It punches through the fever-haze like a slap, raw iron and fur and heat.

For a second I think I’m back in the breeding pens. The scent of rutting males, the wet stench of failure, of slick and pain and fear. I lurch upright with a gasp, heart rabbiting against my...