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... ying, medicinal stink, a smell that had become his unofficial scent over the last few months.
Zarius was propped up against a mountain of pillows that looked far too soft for a man who usually slept on stone. He looked... well, he looked like hell. There’s no polite way to put it. Every breath he took sounded like a rusted gate swinging in the wind.
On the nightstand, looking entirely too cheerful for the current situation, sat a scroll sealed with the golden sun of the Empire. A ...
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