// 009. [video]

[lestrangestone]

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[Static. Traces of gold in the odd light of the feed. Broadcast as if through a thin shroud. No, wait. It moves. Smoke?

The reflection of small bottles. The roar of a fire. The hiss of unmistakable pain.

There's a young man on a table (some of you might recognize him) - stretched out, shirtless and bleeding. The cuts on his chest have mostly healed

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[video]

[threedoctorates]

[The forge betrays him as it shows his face. For a split second, its horrified, the dark circles under his eyes making it even more so, and then his jaw sets and he reaches out and hits a button, hard, cutting the feed.]