Rabastan felt himself begin to cry as he was scraped against the floor, feeling his chest open to wounds in a few places. He pressed his forehead against the cool stone of the dungeon, shoulders shaking as he cried.
How could anyone really enjoy this? It was far too painful to enjoy. And he missed Walden. He loved Walden."
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