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... thing he’d ever seen.
It wasn’t a dramatic flickering, like a candle in a draft. It was a slow, agonizing seep, the mana being swallowed by the Duke’s skin as if his body were a desert that no amount of rain could satisfy. Cherion’s own hands were shaking, not only from the cold, but from the sheer, soul-crushing effort of trying to jump-start a heart that seemed to have forgotten its rhythm.
"Work, you piece of... come on," Cherion hissed, his voice cracking against the silence. ...
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