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... he High Priest’s neck—broad enough to require two palms—was now compressed into one. Bones cracked like twigs. Muscle cords snapped beneath Cedric’s fingers. The skin bulged and broke in places, splitting like overripe fruit beneath pressure too precise to be mortal.

Then—his eyes.

POP.

Both orbs shot forward in slow horror, bulging out of his sockets—still attached by tendrils of vision and nerve. One dangled sideways, hanging loose. The other remained halfway in.

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