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... ped around him like a second skin. The stench of wood, rot, and age was so thick it made his stomach churn. But underneath there was a floral scent, as if the box wanted to apologize.
His arms felt like water. Lucian fought the urge to panic and begged his mind to make his arms move. Slowly, slowly...the water gave way to pins and needles. The same feeling tingled through his legs.
Wherever he was, he had been stuck in this position for a long time.
Lucian's right arm was ...
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