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DR. CAUSTIC

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A low noise leaves Caustic, something akin to a chuckle, "Indeed, you are... but there will be more." The wolf's tail wags at the idea, imagining the crow's little heart puttering out into quiet whispers, and letting the light fade from it.

"Well good luck finding them," he said, and turned to leave.

//out !

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