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Every swivel of the palomino’s ears, every huff of her breath, made the adrenaline sharper. Energy crawling through Mammon’s veins, resting in his chest to draw out the heartbeats into infinity.
He could hear the train coming.
Casting a glance over at his partner, Belphegor, he felt as though nothing had to be said. The raw excitement of these heists would never let them go; the two of them were bound forever in this everlasting dance.
“Easy,” he murmured, patting Fantasma’s side, and the mare flicked an ear, settling a bit.













