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... prodded at him again and again, commanding him to move and fight and find that taste again. It made her happy. It should have made him happy.
He didnt move, even if a large part of him wanted to obey. His tendrils jerked and jolted about in fits and starts, and his form began to collapse under the strain. Bits of mud oozed off its surface like a tiny rockfall, each little piece pulling at another as it tumbled down. He let them fall, ignoring the way that it made him feel weak and vulne ...
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