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... ery short life," Ragnar whispered.
He looked at the wall separating his living room from his kitchen.
It was plain, white drywall, the kind that landlords loved and tenants despaired of ever keeping clean.
He took a deep, deliberate breath, planting his feet firmly on the magically glistering carpet.
The air around him seemed to thicken.
He drew his arm back, his hand clenching into a tight, white-knuckled fist.
He wasn’t just throwing a punch, he ...
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