The Vitalis Chronicles: Tomb Of The Relequim - Plot & Excerpts
He pulled his dead leg up. His pudgy face contorted against the pain as he sat himself up against the wall. He had lost a fair bit of weight since his encounter with the Shadow King, though by looking at his face you wouldn't have known. He didn't look any better for it. He looked used up. If he was sick of anything it was being cooped up, left in the dark. He didn't really know what was going on outside or how the city was faring without him. They brought him regular reports. Falsified reports he was certain. He was even more certain now that his instructions were no longer being carried out. It made the Mayor angry to know he was being disregarded. He hated the idea that he was inconsequential. “Feeling any better today?” The doctor walked into the room, only half paying attention as he continued to read the charts on his clipboard. “Go to hell, doc.” “I've been wondering where your spark for life had gone.” The doctor smiled and hung the clipboard at the foot of the bed.
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