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The wolf
was a hungry beast. It prowled around, lurking in the shadows, its red eyes
glimmering in the darkness. It fed on my anger.
“Keep it,”
the man whispered.
I tried to
stifle its eagerness, its thirst.
“Kill it,
kill it,” the man whispered.
I couldn’t
understand. Keep it or kill it? Keeping it would feed the hunger. Killing it
would perpetuate the hatred. I too would’ve given in. I saw no way out.
The man
grinned, his teeth as sharp as the wolf’s and he said “There’s your wolf. Guard
it with your soul. It’ll keep you alive.”
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