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... The basilisk, its body sprawled across the floor, trembled with each breath beneath the oppressiveness of the Fiendfyre collar that encircled its neck.
Wright twisted its enormous tongue slowly with desperate hunger, analyzing the complex scents that filled the underground chamber.
Through this primitive but effective sensory navigation, it focused itself toward Bryan’s position. Its eyes now appeared as milky, blemished spheres. The wounds inflicted by Fawkes’s claws had long s ...
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