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... t I couldn’t shake. My skull felt like there were thousands of hairline fractures running through it, each crack enacting its own unique punishment on my nerves. As far as I could tell, every one of my muscles must have been torn to varying degrees, as I couldn’t move my arms even if spiders were crawling over my face. No matter how hard I willed my body to function, it refused, choosing to rather teach me lesson after lesson in agony, and a large part of me felt as though this were entirely des ...
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