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... prison, a knife that boasted a cruelly jagged edge, a glowing red-hot iron rod, and countless other tools, each crafted with the purpose of extracting truth from stubborn mouths through pain and terror.
With an indifferent gaze, Val looked at Bartholomew.
The man who once stood tall and proud as the pastor of the Holy Church of Light local to the IronSpire Stronghold was now a pitiful sight.
His once-white robes were now dirtied and worn, turning an unfortunate shade of g ...
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