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... od suffering. I’d thought I’d known what it was to be broken, to be crushed beneath the weight of agony.
I was a fool.
The Devil had a way of redefining misery, of stretching the limits of human tolerance until all that remained was a whimpering, devastated husk.
I was that husk.
I was under the Devil’s grasp. I screamed—no, I tried to scream. But my voice was gone, my tongue twisted into a useless lump of flesh.
My body which was once free and once strong ...
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