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... ting flesh, heat, the humiliating shock of resistance where there should have been none. Then the deeper ache beneath, pulsing steadily now, controlled by poultices and linen bindings soaked through and replaced without ceremony.
Maric welcomed all of it.
Pain meant he had survived. Pain meant the blood still flowed through his body, though cold and relentless.
He sat alone in the upper chamber of the Inner Fort, the highest room that still smelled faintly of incense and ...
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