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... o sat against the cold stone wall, his remaining hand resting on his knee, his eyes staring at nothing. At this point, the hunger had become something he couldn’t ignore anymore, a constant gnawing presence in his gut that wore at the extremes of his mind.
The Templars had not come. Not even once during the entire week.
That means there were no rations, no water, absolutely nothing. He was left to stew in the silence, the dripping moisture from the walls and the cold seeping into ...
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