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... a lay there, her limbs lifeless, her ribs screaming in agony. Blood pooled beneath her lips, warm and metallic. She tried to push herself up, but her strength had long abandoned her.
Her fingers twitched weak, desperate as they reached forward. She couldn't accept this. She wouldn't accept this.
"You... I will... I will not let you escape from here... I... I will kill you..." Her voice, once fierce, was now a frail whisper.
Veythor stood just inches away. He watched her w ...
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