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... . Not because of his injuries, though; they were severe. It was because of the evil dreams. In a place this dark, he felt like he was suffocating. And each time he fell asleep, the glowing nimbus around him faded enough for that darkness to touch his soul. The results were inevitably shocking.

He dreamed of families betraying and poisoning one another. He dreamed of food riots and people killing each other for loaves of bread. Worst of all, he dreamed of some dark, towering monstrosity l ...

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