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Chapter 100: Halfway Gone
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... teeth. The frame barely shivered; his spine felt as if it had snapped in three places.
He forced the pain down and thrust both hands forward. Living vines erupted, cork-screwing through the violet haze, skimming past a sagging tangle of overhead cables.
They sliced the cloud into ribbons, cinched them tight and squeezed until they shuddered.
For half a second it seemed to work.
The fog darkened from orchid to burgundy. His vines blackened and flaked away. Fire st ...
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