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With delicate prongs, a ball of luminant gold like molten rock was inserted into my chest. My body fought, contested with this raging concoction of liquid fire that poured through my veins and burned me from the inside. That was an understatement—I felt like someone had lit a fire in my belly and was roasting me from within.
Eleventh Cycle (Mistland, #1)
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