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... aned casually against the desk, his hood pulled low, watching the boy in the chair writhe.
The shadows held Galahad firmly in place, their tendrils snaking around his wrists, his ankles, and across his chest. Every time he bucked against them, they tightened, digging into his skin with cold pressure.
The red glow of the Soul Pyre pulsed across Galahad’s chest again, sinking deeper into him. His scream tore from his throat, jagged and raw, but it went no further than the walls. ...
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