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... ch blood.
His stomach turned.
Cherion barely had time to register the burn in his throat before he was on his knees, retching violently onto the marble floor. Again and again until there was nothing left but bile and the humiliating sound of his own gagging breaths.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve, chest heaving, and told himself that fainting would be deeply unhelpful right now. He forced his legs to move, to push him upright, even as the room tilted sligh ...
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