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... ing bounds of the God of Terror's divine domain, a nobleman who had been granted a seat in the Elder Council and was invited to the celebration clutched his own throat with both hands.
His muscles bulged, veins snaked along his arms and neck. Tears streamed down his face, now mottled with purple as the force of his own grip strangled the breath from his lungs.
Blood seeped from between clenched teeth, his bitten lips trembling, his features twisted in an expression of atavistic f ...
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