Horuk’s breathing came ragged and choppy as he barreled through the district. The damn street was twice as busy as usual. He knew the schedule like the back of his hand. He knew which dens were busier, which were louder, which attracted the more questionable clientele. By all means of the word, he would have fit into that crowd. With every inch of his body heavily modded into oblivion, he was more metal than man. But there was one part of his body that was still pure, male flesh.
And it was hungry.
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