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... his skull like vice, every time he tried to break free—he was met with iron resistance, its grip unrelenting as it hauled him through shattered wood and sludge.
The splinters bit into his skin, nauseating smell of rotten flesh filled his lungs. The world spun sideways.
"Let—go—of—me!" he said, clenching his teeth; fumbling for the dagger.
The Wailer’s wails continued—a horrid harmony of rage, despair, and hunger—reverberating like the sound had bypassed his ears entirely ...
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