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... nly now turning white hot.
Jekyll emerged from the smoke and churn, bloodied head to heel. He did not stagger, not yet, but he moved like every step took something out of him.
Another man stood squarely in front of him, planted as if the ground had been nailed to his boots.
One limb was gone, hacked or blasted away, and the ruin of it gushed and steamed in the heat.
"Jekyll... ah, Jekyll," the branch leader murmured, smiling as if at a private jest. "Tell me true, ...
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