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... was pitch black, save for the bioluminescent mushrooms glowing softly around her. She was lying in a nest of giant, velvet-soft fern leaves, covered from neck to toe in Syris’ heavy robe.
She tried to sit up.
"Ow," Ren whispered.
She tried to move her legs.
"Mother of Jesus," she hissed through gritted teeth.
Her body felt less like a human woman and more like a piece of dough that had been kneaded, stretched, and thrown against a wall repeatedly for six ...
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