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The Scroll
Lucan's lips parted as the water pelted down on him. His crown was on the floor, and his robes were drenched with the water. His eyes were filled, and his chest clenched with the pain he thought he knew how to live with. He watched the large portrait on the wall, and his heart threatened to burst inside of him. His fingers went to his hair, his body trembling fast as the voice filled his mind again, playing around with his emotions and the pain. It was like being poked with a sword continuously and knowing you had to bear that pain to live. Bear that pain to continue on his path. His teeth clenched as the voices in his head grew even louder and louder, till he could not bear it anymore. Till he could not keep the scream inside. He let out a scream, one that filled even him with terror,
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