“That smell?” Clark says, turning to look at me through his useless, wirerimmed glasses, “That’s the smell of death.” I stare at him, blinking for a moment, as he begins to laugh and then walks forward. The people here don’t look like people at all. They’re mostly wolf shifters, like me, though so
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