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... and awareness that her doom was coming.
“Fucking hell... This fucking thing!” Razmund struggled to stand after the throw, feeling poor in his right hand. He didn't even see the well, yet this toss was precise. He forced his eyes open. They were adjusting to the light, while the bleeding was stopping.
Noticing the struggle, Paulfred came to a rescue. He grabbed his left shoulder and went with his master forward as support. Razmund took it with some hesitation, albeit slowly. Stum ...
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