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" opening to reveal toothless maws. He knocked their disease-weakened arms away and fought onward. When Roan reached the top of the human pyramid, he was exhausted, his knees trembling, his back sore. Even his bones felt weary, the constant use of his power sapping them of all strength. Three plague victims were trying to grasp the stone, but their dark skin was slippery with sweat from the fever burning through their bodies. Hearing Roan’s approach, they turned, their lips contorted with pain. “Help me,” one said, his "
― David Estes , Fatemarked (The Fatemarked Epic, #1)