Ari Andoh

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never too much at once to inure me to it. I grunted and bit my Ari Andoh gallery lip after twenty, uttered cries after thirty, and bawled like a child through the final ten; dancing and dangling until Syrin stopped at Syrin took me down and lay me on my Ari Andoh gallery stomach in his wagon for the day's travel, secured as before. The pain sharpened with each rock the wagon struck. My every heartbeat forced blood through the crushed places and jolted me painfully awake; I could not sleep to avoid the pain. It took me an hour before I could manage a stony silence during Evening came and we continued to travel, for the mountains were near. Syrin left the road, uncovering a secret trail large enough to drive the wagons down it single-file, and soon enough we came flat up against one of the Firebird Mountains. V'heress came to the fore and opened the magical passageway, closing it behind when all the slaves had been dragged through. The interior was unlit, yet all the dragons knew the place by heart; I listened to them make their way easily about, dragging the clumsy chained slaves down separate corridors. Gradually the other dragons split off, taking side passageways while Syrin merely drove his loaded wagon down and down. It took an hour of driving, twisting and turning in caves that seemed large by echo of sound, now deep beneath the earth. I had heard no other sounds of travel save our own for the past ten minutes when the cart stopped suddenly. Syrin got out and began to unload the ...(cont.)
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