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... mirage or an illusion the moment he stripped it away — but it didn’t. He pressed his lips tightly together and looked down at the hand, grotesquely covered in dark red marks.
It was a wound he had never seen before in his life.
On the back of the hand, there was one glaring wound, so black and rotten that it seemed like a hole had been bored into it, and radiating out from it, the entire skin was chaotically covered in blotchy marks like earthworms. They looked like veins, or lik ...
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