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The dog taught Lucy how to bite. 

The dog taught her how to look for hidden weak spots. The dog told her, “The larger the dominator, the more abundant the breaches.” “The larger the tyrant, the deeper fear’s well.” And although Lucy’s jaws were small, her teeth meant for grinding leaves, she honed her senses and found the spots with precision. Her teeth opened perpetual wounds in her adversaries. She brought one down after another and dragged them to the cave as they continued to rupture. The cave reeked with bodies piled and seething and transmuting into one large body. A large body leaking from its deepest chambers. The air became flies, the floor, maggots. The dog told her to stop; the cave was uninhabitable. The cave that they had lived in for thousands of years.