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The large man never got out of the habit of thinking that he was alone. All the time before Chantal, the man time, the beast time, he was alone and thought it would stay that way. The loneliness was a phantom limb that he still felt pains in, one that ached most when the memories came back. But he could see that the loneliness was indeed a delusion, when Tristan shot up just the same, sweat, tears and confusion. Bark breathed deep and tried to fight off the trauma, knowing that it was the boy's first taste of Nessuno. The strange shapeshifter left behind it the pall of fear that more powerful paranormals did. The boy was twitching wildly. "They're still here, they're everywhere...the air, the soil...it's poison and it's all around us..."
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