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... o great that no amount of pain tolerance could help him withstand it.
A guttural roar tore out from his throat.
It felt like his brain was being shredded apart, kneaded into dough, and then reformed anew.
Which, in this case, wasn't all too different from the reality.
Otto's eyes were red.
The pain wasn't only sharp, like touching a hand directly onto the grates of a hot oven.
It was sharp and lasting, as if he kept his hand on the grates.
Except ten tim ...
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