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Chapter 100 - Dungeon - VIII
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... bottomless well. Pain greeted her first a phantom knife buried in her temple, pulsing in perfect sync with her racing heartbeat. Each throb was a stab, each breath a herculean effort.
She tried to open her eyes, but even the dim, diffuse light cut into her vision like blades. A groan escaped her cracked lips, and she immediately tasted the metallic tang of dried blood in her mouth. Nausea followed a revolting wave that made her stomach clench violently, as if trying to expel something t ...
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