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... like marble against the moist wood. It didn’t feel like a real eye at all. There was no squelching softness to it. Instead, if Grey didn’t know better, he would have thought that it was a prosthetic as well.
However, if the witch had managed to get her hands on one prosthetic—unless they were truly rarer than Grey knew—he didn’t see a reason why she wouldn’t be able to get another.
This was, in all likelihood, her real eye. It had just mutated somehow. Or, maybe, this was exactl ...
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