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... limbs thrashing wildly in a futile attempt to free himself from
Creeping Demise's
coiled grip.
I glanced at him, my expression cold and unfeeling.
Cry me a river,
I thought. A cowardly fool who wanted to ambush us while we were poisoned had no right to plead for mercy. Without hesitation, I slammed my hand against his face, my fingers gripping his skull tightly.
"It doesn't matter if you don't speak," I said icily, watching as his eyes bulged in t ...
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