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- The rope was a crude whip. The long strands weren’t leather, just sinew and tendons that had been dried and braided together. There were white barbs along the length of it, gathered in tight quartets. They gave the weapon a strong resemblance to a length of barbed wire. It took a moment for Freedom to realize he was looking at close to a dozen teeth woven into the whip’s lash with their roots pointing out.
- Excerpt From Ex-Communication, pg 365
- Peter Clines
- https://books.apple.com/us/book/ex-communication/id635706546
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