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Final Castle #37

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Fluttering eyelids, head rolling loose on shoulders. Feet making furrows away from a wretched toothed fuselage. Moving backwards.

Blink

The flight harness had slipped under his arms. He feebly tried to loosen it. Not harness. Hands. Warm breath.

Blink

A circle of eyes, children. The little one scampered away and the others repelled away from him. "Shu..." He breathed

Blink

Worried, worn face. Strong hands. Enslaved tattoos.

"Brother? Dun be friten'd. W'av yu, yur saf. Rite offal cras, jus you ress"

Blink

Faculty. He was lying on a table on his back. A kitchen table. A ragged child studied him.

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