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... . My lips are cracked, and the guard who gave me the blanket was severely punished and removed from his duty.
I feel bad for him. He was simply trying to pay me back for a kindness.
On the third day, I hear footsteps approaching my cell. I’m leaning against the back wall, my body limp. I don’t even have the strength to move my arms. My vision is blurry.
Are they going to do it now? I wonder dimly. Can’t they just get it over with? Is Locke back?
"Oh, Your Majesty, ...
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