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    Bernard had never been a fan of altars.

    Even before he found himself flat on his back, wrists tied uncomfortably above his head with ropes that scratched like twine made from cat tongues, he had a thing about them. Too dramatic. Too blood-sacrifice-y. Too “You’re not getting out of this one, Dowd.”

    This one especially sucked.

    The chaos monsters—twenty of them, if he’d counted right before the chanting started—looked like something spat out by a D-list demon god with bad taste and a love for ooze. Horns, claws, teeth in weird places. Too many eyeballs, and not enough common sense.

    Bernard strained against the ropes as the lead freak—bigger, slimier, and apparently in charge—raised a jagged ceremonial knife above its head. The others screamed in some language Bernard had been tuning out for the past hour.

    Then the knife came down.

    Straight into his sternum.

    He braced for pain. He’d tried not to scream when it happened, maybe leave this world with some shred of dignity. But instead—

    Nothing.

    Or, what could've happened if Tim hadn't made it in time to save Bernard.

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