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... weight of the mistake settled like a rock pressing on his guts.
His teeth cracked, the silence only deepening the unbearable pressure.
Would she lash out, obliterate, or, worse, torture him for the offense? He had no answer. But his veins couldn't help but bulge on his forehead.
As he lamented his loss of privacy before these divine fools, the voice thundered through the crypt.
"You poor little thing dares call me a stupid witch?" The fog swirled and battered the ...
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