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... s, I needed to hold onto something, anything, or I was going to fly apart.
His skin was burning hot under my grip, but he didn’t pull away.
"Good," he said. "You’re doing good, where else?"
"Stomach. Lower."
The fire moved again, following my guidance, this time when it hit the poison, I actually felt the toxin dissolving, breaking apart, being consumed by flames that somehow existed inside my body without destroying me.
"More," Azryth commanded. "There’s ...
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