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The alley turned into a slaughterhouse. Garbage cans shattered, lids clanged, blood smeared across the pavement. The air stank of iron and wet fur.

One by one, they fell. Some under Gregor’s merciless claws, others under my half-panicked, half-instinctual strikes.

And then—it was quiet.

Ten bodi...

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