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Chapter 2: Mage Body
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... h his consciousness... Zmey Ashbane realised that, more than anything, he wanted to die.
The room was burning. Crimson flames were licking his arms, singes of pain clawing at his scarred forearms.
Just like the damned souls he had put out behind him. This had been the way each punished him, he knew.
He had read somewhere, probably in a life where he had the nobility to be at least well-educated... that the worst way to go was to burn alive.
But here, with his sens ...
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