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... ral’s boots struck marble as he descended the dais. "We’ll start with this one."
He came to a halt before Fin.
Fin was kneeling, wrists bound in silver chains, and his breathing was labored. Blood dripped from a fresh wound on his temple.
The High General kicked him in the ribs.
He doubled over with a grunt of pain, hitting the floor. He didn’t scream. He hadn’t screamed in weeks. The screaming had been beaten out of him somewhere around day four, replaced by a si ...
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