Chapter 8 Knight & Cloaks
Knight as I pull at my chains, wanting to be released.
“My blood is now your blood, Brother mine. You have our back and we have yours.”
Someone stands behind me and pours salt over my wounds. I scream as another covers my mouth with a cloth and yet again, I stupidly breathe in the sweet aroma, watching the cement wall spin into darkness.
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