Ashes of Six
I screamed, raw and ragged, my voice tearing out of me before I could bite it back.
The dragon inside me thrashed, furious. My chest burned like molten rock had been shoved into my lungs, the beast clawing against my ribs, demanding release. I couldn’t breathe. The silver cut every inhale into shreds, scorching my throat as if I were swallowing blades. The dragonsteel seared deeper, cutting through cloth, blistering my skin. I twisted, struggling to tear free, but every movement only made it worse, the net tightening, digging in until I felt flesh split.
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