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Pain throbbed in Andrew’s thigh where the blade had cut the skin. It was a shallow cut with only a small amount of blood, but the pain was amplified a thousand fold. Tears streamed down his face. Andrew had the horrible feeling Lichten was merely warming up. Right now he was talking to the Mummers.
“What was that? Another earthquake?” Andrew heard no answers from the Mummers. “What potency is this?” He looked down at his patient. “Maybe you are something more than we had suspected.” He seemed pleased and oblivious to the danger of the jarring earthquakes that shook the ground.
He had pulled his worktable over to the chair. To Andrew it resembled a torturer’s toolbox. Blades and drills lay out so Lichten could see all his choices. There were a couple of chemicals in bottl
