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Chapter 125: Creating pills
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... ear, frustration, and sheer panic.
His breath hitched.
His fingers trembled.
His mind raced, searching desperately for a solution, an excuse, anything that would shift the blame away from himself.
"No—no, this can't be happening—this wasn't supposed to happen—"
His eyes darted back and forth, scanning the horrified faces of the breeder disciples, scanning the stunned expressions of the elders, scanning the writhing, convulsing form of Angola, who was barel ...
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