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... touches my throat. Bitter, sharp—like metal scraped raw across stone. My stomach lurches, and for one wild second, I think I might vomit it back up and ruin everything.
But I force it down, ignoring the searing burn that spreads like wildfire through my chest.
I don’t feel anything at first, before I feel everything at once. Heat, cold, fire, rain, nausea, hunger, sickness, ache.
The witch shoves another vial between my hands, while forcing the powder into my mouth. "Drin ...
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