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mouth feels dry, useless; I can’t get any air past my lips, any
word out of my mouth. I want to swallow, but can hardly
move my throat. The only thing I do is think, while my
breath bursts and bangs in my throat,
Poor, poor Ragna, I
have never seen you so furious before in my life.
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