Trajan.
A distant voice, hollow and echoing as if at the end of a tunnel. Dim awareness of pain above his brow. In his head. All throughout his chest. Dull. Throbbing.
Trajan!
He opened his eyes, yet all things were a blur. Form and color blended, and in this the lurid bleeding of the...
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