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Feldorn
Feldorn was in much pain. It seemed to him as if his head was going to burst from the pain. The healers were doing everything they could do for him, but to no avail, they could not lessen his pain. He was not going to die, the purpose of the torture had not been that. His body violently shook as another spasm of pain hit him. He was lying on a dirty bed in a dirty cell. The healers had healed his outer wounds, but the pain was going to last a long time before going away, and his soul would never be the same. He closed his eyes and whispered something in the air around him. The healer who was watching him thought that he was getting delirious and cast a sleep spell on him.
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