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Daemon sat silently as Vladimir and Nightwing began to interact. He wanted to know what the man and the horse were talking about. It was weird, but he wanted to know. He cocked his head to he side and looked at the two. The forest was dark, that much he gathered and the horse was hesitant to even go in. "What's wrong with the forest?"
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"Tick Tock, Jake. Time is Dead Kids."
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