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... scales as though his skin were trying to escape from his bones. His mouth gaped silently, the pain too much for words. It felt as if a thousand ants were devouring his heart, or worse—like some unseen hand had clenched it tight and refused to let go.
For a species like Ryraryus', whose lineage boasted a degree of natural resistance to curses, the suffering was still beyond comprehension.
Lyle stood over him, watching impassively. "So much for curse resistance," he muttered under ...
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