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- The Devil emerged from the darkness, standing tall and bold. Luminous blood leached out of its sliced stomach and from two fresh bullet wounds, one in its thigh and one in its shoulder. Neither seemed to slow the creature down or cause any discomfort. Either shot might kill a man on the battlefield, from blood loss perhaps, but more likely from infection. He didn't think either would be a problem for the beast. Stonewall drew his second pistol. "What are you?"-pg.61 chpt.2
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