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[ Koltira lifts his head, with effort. His last visitor hadn't skimped on the punishment, and he's got blood all over his face, his chest and arms. He's slick with it, gore-caked, crusted over. He groans, pressing his forehead to the sand. ]

Don't look at me.

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