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Time passed slowly, the seconds seeming like hours, and the hours like days. Finally, after what seemed to Jonal as several weeks, his cell was opened. One guard grabbed his satchel, which by then was starting to pretty badly stink, and two more lifted Jonal by his elbows, and they dragged him in front of the leader of the cult.
Shaka stared for about a minute at Jonal, then finally spoke.
"Well? Is your return glorious, or have you come to whimper for mercy?"
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