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- My free hand snatched out, latching directly over the Ranger's face. The sword had never been the end here, only a means to close the distance while my body failed me.
- "I'm sorry," I whispered as the man's face, skull and brain melted.
- His body fell to the floor with a limp flop.
- —Forged Destiny [Book 7: Ch. 12]
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