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Son of witches - Chapter 46: Human Creation...
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... eavier with each passing second.
He dug his heels into the cracked ground of Purgatory, trying to stand upright, but his body refused to cooperate.
It was as if an enormous weight pressed down on every inch of him—his arms, his chest, even the air around him felt thicker.
He dropped to one knee, the sword trembling in his hand.
Holding onto it was an effort now, let alone trying to swing it. Moving felt like swimming through concrete.
The force pinning him ...
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