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... r a moment, his whole world turned white. More pain flared.
The salt invaded every blister, every torn line carved into his flesh by boiling mucus and whip recoil. It burned worse than the slime had. It gnawed into his exposed skin and mixed with his blood, forming a paste that clung stubbornly to his wound.
The poor lad wanted to scream, but it died in his throat. Instead, he bit down on his teeth in endurance, knowing full well that this was the sacrifice he had to make in orde ...
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