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Author: Grace Grandi
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Chapter 13

Orthon stared up at Adrian with his one functioning eye, his breath coming in short, painful gasps. Blood trickled from his mouth. Every part of his body screamed in agony.

"Please..." he wheezed. "Please... don't kill me..."

Adrian looked down at him for a long moment. Then he spoke, his voice calm and measured. "You’re going to do something for me. I could spare your life."

Hope flared in Orthon's swollen face. "Yes! Yes, anything! I'll do anything!"

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