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... e ruined, one arm gone, and tongue cut off.
For a heartbeat the world could not decide if he was meant to be in it.
Heaven itself seemed to glance past him. His existence flickered, thinning and returning, as if he were a candle in a draft.
No one had time to gawk. Not when their own bodies began to betray them.
Small beads of crimson gathered at their pores, quiet as sweat.
There was no sting, no warning. They did not even feel it coming.
Then the ...
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