I jolted back, my head banging painfully against the hard wall.
The door rolled open, stone grinding hard against stone. Shadows danced as a man stepped into view, a lightorb in his hand. Darkness filled the space beyond the circle of light.
He was tiny, with a back stooped so low it was a wonder that he could walk at all. Tattered, dirty clothes enveloped him, nearly drowning him in the sea of material. A weathered, wrinkled face smiled a toothless grin as one eye gazed at me, the other white with blindness.
NOT FINISHED EITHER
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