God’s Choice (4) “What the…?” As Harvitz looked around, Uorin, who had fallen on her rear, scrambled backward. “Hngh…” When the Vanishing released, the pain hit her. ‘My leg…’ Blood was flowing from the torn calf muscle. “Hm…” Harvitz, on the other hand, didn’t find his own flank wound strange at all. Only a sense of kinship. Because he possessed...
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