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Whenever he felt their eyes on him Glokta would limp along, smiling, head held high. Whenever he felt himself alone he would pause and gasp, sweat and curse, and rub and slap the tenuous life back into his leg.
But some things have to be done. It’s better to do them, than to live with the fear of them.
His fingers were shaking all the while, but that didn’t matter. They’d work alright when they needed to.
