Muck and stink and shit and pain and fucking. That was all that Logk knew. He didn’t even think Logk was his real name.
He’d had a different life once. One that included the sun and smells of the outside. He was sure he had a different name too, but he had long since forgotten it.
He knew Kolp’s name. He knew it well. One day he would deal with the Grand Seer. One day he would eat his corpse.
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Monday, 16 February 2009
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