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- Ragnar slammed back against the wall, feeling metal give way. The Flesh Tearer bore down on him with renewed strength and leverage, closing one hand around Ragnar's face. The pressure was excruciating as the finger's closed with vice-like strength. Under the pain, Ragnar could hear the squealing strain of his own skull threatening to break.
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