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- My fingers flexed again. The air boiled, night turned to day, and the man’s head vanished in a cloud of fine ash. It was so fast his body stood there for a moment with nothing above the shoulders but a cauterized stump. And then it collapsed with steam drifting from the neck and leg.
- Excerpt From Ex-Heroes, pg 131
- Peter Clines
- https://books.apple.com/us/book/ex-heroes/id585738407
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