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... ased the flood of pain he was holding back.
The arm that Gale chopped off was somewhere nearby. It must have rolled in mud, caked in it. There was no point in looking for it right now.
Without the immediate assistance of a high-level priest or a healer, reattaching the arm was impossible.
So, Zephyr’s attention returned to the stump that remained.
’That son of...’
Zephyr gritted his teeth and tore off a piece of cloth. Any second now, he might lose conscio ...
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