8.01.2.6.1
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Instinctively Graisingh twitched
when they removed his boots and
something metal folded around his
bare ankle. But he resisted kicking
out. But he felt a cold shudder at a
grating sound. Metal grating against
metal. As the cold metal encased his
leg. The same eerie metallic sound he
had heard when the salve collar had
clasped around his neck.
Other hands were working the same
on his other leg. Pinned down on his
back, face up at a cloudless sky,
seeing the sergeant grim-faced
holding his spear to Graisingh’s neck.
