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Aug 16, 2019 23:19:21 GMT
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Post by donar on Aug 13, 2019 18:43:49 GMT
The pull on Donar’s shoulders caused a constantly pain that never went away. Sometimes it dulled to an ache but it was constantly painful, in some ways it helped distract from the poorly healing wounds though.
He lifted his head at the sound of footsteps, he never let the Roman cunts mistake fatigue for fear and always met them in the eyes. When the person entered the room, he let out a gasp of recognition. Agron. Could it really be?
“Fuck the Gods, I never thought they’d answer my prayers.” His voice was hoarse but full of relief. Soon he would be tasting freedom again. Relief gave way to exhaustion as his body began to sag, his eyes closing.
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