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    Pain. Blinding, soul-ripping pain.


    A footstep echoed.


    Malric''s boot crushed his hand against the stone floor.


    He turned toward the cowering traitor.


    Luke barely registered the hands grabbing him, lifting him, dragging him away from the wreckage of his own failure.