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... the side as he popped a strange, glowing berry into his mouth. The taste was somewhere between burnt cinnamon and regret.
He winced. "Ugh... tastes like trauma."
All around him, strange beings—some with horns, others with wings, a few with eyes in places no eyes should ever be—were kneeling. Some offered food, others chanted what he was sure were praise hymns, and one was even sketching a lifelike statue of him... shirtless. With six-pack abs.
Zane blinked. "Okay... that ...
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