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... ut or the throb of a bruise. It was a dull, grinding agony that felt like his skeleton had been disassembled and put back together by a drunkard working in the dark.
He opened his eyes.
He was lying in the remains of the cellar. Sunlight was streaming down through a massive, jagged hole in the floor above him, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. The air tasted of pulverized stone, ozone, and copper.
Vane tried to move his legs. He could not. He looked down. Hi ...
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