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Chapter 15: The Profane Thorns And Witch
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... ndril, and stopped. The tangle above had done its work too well.
Her bramble was knotted into the mass of flesh-ropes so completely that pulling one direction only tightened everything else, the whole system locked against itself like headphone cables that had been in a pocket too long.
The hunter had become the caught.
Raphael’s legs were half-dissolved and he could barely feel them, which was its own kind of wrong. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
No pain, no alar ...
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