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... t metaphorical death. Actual, physical death might be preferable to whatever was happening inside my body right now.
The poison wasn’t gone, not completely.
I could feel it. Residual traces moving through my bloodstream like tiny shards of glass, every pulse of my heart spread it further, and with it came waves of nausea and pain that made me want to curl up and die.
The sigil on my wrist was going haywire, flickering between bright amber and sickly green, that definitely ...
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