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[A wave of pain rolled through his mind with a clap of thunder. Lenalee. She'd come and gone twice, they hadn't got to talk much. He'd kept things from her yet they both knew what he'd come from. The cold unforgiving darkness of the dungeon where his future was an endless torture of questions and pain. Until he found a way out or his will was broken. He'd long ago vowed to die first than betray his comrades.]
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