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... trailing over the black marks that slithered across her pale skin.
They coiled along her cheeks like parasitic veins, writhing as if alive—thick, bold scars of darkness.
They marred what might have once been a beautiful face, twisting it into something strange, almost tragic.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied her, then shifted to Jaegel.
The grotesque heretic had his mouth gaping open in shock, spittle oozing down his absurdly long, worm-like tongue. The t ...
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