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The sound of the creaking wood and the rhythmic tapping was the first of Brandwil's realizations. The second was the fact his hands were chained above his head to a wall. Confusion surged through him as he groaned. The third realization as that his chest was on fire and his head pounded with a deafening headache. It seemed to surge with the tapping that seemed close.

"Hello?" he called. He used his arms to try to work off the blindfold that he could feel on his face.
"Ah yes,...