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... r brain rattle and her teeth quake, pain exploding against the back of her skull like a sledgehammer. She would have spat out another mouthful of blood—if she hadn’t already bled dry. More than once, she had been forced to bleed through, but now her body had nothing left to give. And yet, she was never near the verge of death, as she wished to be. At least then, she wouldn’t have to wait for the assigned time to end.
And of course, for that blood to leave through her mouth in the first p ...
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