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It wasn't pain. It was memory.
Foreign, raw, and loud.
It crashed through his mind like a tide with no warning. He staggered, one hand grabbing at his temple, breathing shallow as the images came in broken flashes.
A dim cave with cold torchlights that hung on the wall, as the cave's only light source.
Arden felt like he was in the body of the bandit leader in real time, kneeling before a tall figure in a black cloak. The man didn't speak much, but when he di ...
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