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[ Sharp jabs of pain prickle up along his spine; mere whispers of what's soon to come. Thunder before lightning.

He mutters, looking away. Ashamed, wincing.

But he doesn't move his hand. ]

I -- feel it. I'm losing reason. Control. The pain is becoming unbearable. Soon it will be so.

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