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... n agony. I knew, subconsciously, that I wasn’t going to last. My wound — wounds — were bad.
The bolt was lodged in bone, which I discovered when I tried pulling it out the first time and nearly passed out. Not long after I started coughing up blood, possibly from whatever the Glorysworn with the hammer had done to me with her unfamiliar magic. The wound in my shoulder burned and I might have had a fractured rib or three.
I wouldn’t last. Yet still, stubbornly, implacably, I put o ...
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