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The morning arrived with a ruthlessness that Thaddeus would have gladly fought off if he could. During his time under Hex's hidden care, dawn had never been so cruel. There had been no insistent rooster to drag him from slumber, no unrelenting bell to shatter his dreams.
Nightfang. The name struck fear into the hearts of many, whispered in hushed tones by parents to frighten their children at bedtime. His long black jacket, adorned with protection runes, hugged his frame like a second skin. Black spiked gloves concealed his hands, which gripped a sword with a black hilt—a blade that had tasted the blood of countless innocents.
