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Jonal Turamarth 01/78 00/56
Jonal was beginning to push the pain from his head, but his body knew that it was waning. After so long like this...how could there be a life afterward?
"I...not whimper...I...heads in satchel...proof...just, heal...I'll go."
Breathing was labored and weakening. His eyes could no longer open or if they were, he was blind. One ear seemed to have lost sense of reception. he did not even think he had a tongue anymore.
If this guy could or would not help him...and soon...life was over before he left this room, he was sure.
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