DMisoriented. he stares with both eves at his starved visage: bis lips are cracked. bis eves sunken, and bis shin grayish and dry. He barely has the strenath to lift his numb arms off the floor; they feel as heavy as if they were made of stone. Where before was the marh of the curse, now there is not even a vestige of its existence. His many mortal wounds are equally gone. oO { He bathes in the serenity of that remote place, feeling unburdened. Ghe toll of 4 the Well still resonates in bis head. : i} The man closes his epes, sinking into his thoughts. There are no gods, no | monsters; no shadows, no mitrors, only warm darkness. 5

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