part 6: Exiled
May 3, 2005
My ribs shuddered with each heartbeat.
The past few days had been filled with unexpected moments,
and this was yet another.  Before me, tied to a chair, was Sir Zeroun, head of the Knights of Tarlea.
“My boy,” he said, raising his head wearily. “Since
we seem to have a common enemy, would you mind giving me a hand?” |
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