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... e of firewood on his back. Sweat poured down his face, and ragged breaths escaped his lips.

’Kugh!’

Finally, he couldn’t hold on any longer and collapsed. The wood he had painstakingly gathered tumbled down the steep slope.

His heart hammered against his ribs as if it would burst, and the veins all over his body swelled fiercely. His muscles screamed, threatening to tear. Simon placed a trembling hand on his chest and activated his black magic.

’Calmly.’

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