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Second Sun #32

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Jibrith felt the touch of cold fingers on his arm as Urqin's face suddenly appeared too close to his own. Then the clamp of bony fingers tightening, cold and unyielding like steel, and somehow, like steel, just as strong. Jibrith felt a strange sensation of having just heard a prison cell door clanging shut, being left with its echo ringing in his ears as he stood manacled to a wet prison wall forever.
Warm spit on his cheek pulled Jibrith back to the now, to his current distasteful situation. Urqin's cheek almost rubbed his own as the Advisor
began speaking.

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