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... hattered mouth. One eyeball dangled from its socket; the other was drowning in crimson. His pristine white hair was slick with blood.
And yet, he was standing.
Northern himself didn’t know why. He was drowning in pain—an insane level of agony. So much that he should be screaming. But moving his mouth even that little had hurt like hell, so he couldn’t even cry out.
His bones were mangled, twisted into grotesque shapes. Horrifying when he thought about it. He’d fought coun ...
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