Day 266: Halls of the Houseless
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Day 266

Halls of the Houseless
Waking, he looked down at himself, puzzled. He had been wounded, that much he knew. But he thought his injuries had been different to the hurts he now bore.
He sat up gingerly and examined himself. His bare skin was unmarked: where he had expected to see a fine tracery of scars – some old and faded, others still new and angry – there was nothing. Instead, the ache in every muscle, sinew, tendon, bone pained him.
It was as if some enemy had rained down blow after blow upon his very spirit....
Ai!
Memory returned: his King, his City, his people....