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... eturn to its natural state and the results when combined with his injuries were gruesome.

It was a fate the prince would never wish on anyone… even if that person was his enemy.

The man’s limbs were all twisted and his joints bent in odd directions as the muscles tried to contract. The ribs that had been shattered pierced the man’s chest randomly and broke the skin, most probably failing to return to their normal positions when they were already broken.

Drake could guess ...

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