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 The Distance Between Teeth and Mercy

Auteur: TrustGod Israel
last update Date de publication: 2026-04-21 11:35:34

Vaelor POV

I find her faster than I should.

That’s the first thing that feels wrong.

Not the tracking itself—I’ve hunted through worse terrain, followed fainter trails, bled longer for less. This is different. This isn’t skill.

It’s instinct.

No.

It’s something underneath instinct. Something that doesn’t ask, doesn’t reason, doesn’t even search.

It knows.

I hate that.

Because I don’t know if it’s me doing the knowing.

Or it.

The forest shifts around me as I move, branches scraping against my ar
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