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[The POV is that of the Tofa Ton-lal-set, formerly Eminence of the Southern Region.]
Once
again came the footsteps, and the key in the lock. The door slammed open and
two guards entered. Always two, when
he left his cell; even after all this time, they must fear he would intimidate
one guard unaccompanied.
Time to
live or to die.
The
nearer guard unlocked the shackles and gathered up the slack of the chain in
his lower hands. The small, almost odorless candle given to prisoners flickered
feebly. As the guards tugged him along, Ton-lal-set resisted for a moment and
blew as hard as he could at the candle, snuffing it out. Then he swaggered
toward the door to meet his fate.
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