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... darion could still feel the bruises. The missing nail. The stitch across his shoulder where flesh had split from the heat of some tool he didn't have a name for.
Every second throbbed in some corner of his body like a forgotten drumbeat.
But he could think again.
That was dangerous.
For them.
Lindarion leaned back against the far wall of the cell, the one that didn't hum when you breathed too close to it.
His breath came ragged, shallow, but steady ...
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