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... ing it delicately in his hand. The syringe gleamed with a perfect balance of form and function, its translucent barrel holding a swirling crimson liquid—the essence of Flying Lizard blood.
"Please, lie down," Desmond spoke with a solemnity that matched the weight of his task. He narrowed his brows and squinted at the sharp needle, its tip poised to breach Felix’s skin.
Without explicitly specifying the injection site, Desmond chose the path of least resistance and guided the need ...
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