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  • Chapter 53

    ByMelody Crane

    Pain. There was so much pain. Soren’s head pounded from dehydration, the skin on his back and torso burned from whipping marks, and his left shoulder hung loosely at his side. He didn’t remember exactly when it fully dislocated, just that at some point in the past three days Nelan had swapped the cat-o’-nine-tails for…