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Lightning struck the spire just then, and the raw power of it convulsed my body. At the same time, a scream rose from the depths of the dome, a rising bubble of agony that was more than sound. It enveloped me and turned my own pain into a tiny corner of an agony that enveloped the world and knocked me out.
The Thief Who Spat In Luck's Good Eye (Amra Thetys, #2)
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