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... as he addressed the warrior stationed outside the prison gate. His once-sharp eyes were now heavy and sunken, dulled by exhaustion and the slow decay of his strength.
Each passing day seemed to drain what little life he had left, and the creeping sense that his end was near gnawed at him relentlessly. He had never feared death, but this slow, humiliating deterioration was far worse than an instant end.
’Why hadn’t Radulf come to face him?’
"I thought that bastard would a ...
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