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... ling under the weight of exhaustion. He staggered once, then again, catching the edge of the desk just in time to prevent a second fall. His knees felt made of wet sand, his skull hollow as a rotted gourd. Breathing alone felt like a labor fit for three men.
The knocking continued almost mocking in its regularity. Then came a voice, muffled by the ringing in his ears and the pulse pounding behind his eyes.
Alpheo blinked stupidly, head throbbing, head swimming, not recognising th ...
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