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... . Not a broken wheeze.
A loud, booming, defiant roar that echoed through the infinite void like thunder clapping inside a cathedral of bone. Blood sprayed from his lips with every syllable, painting the stone in dark arcs, but he didn’t care.
He bared his throat—head thrown back, Adam’s apple exposed, veins throbbing purple-black under pale skin—and stared straight up at the descending sword with wild, bloodshot eyes.
"Did you really thin ...
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