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The evil plagued me. I sat on it for four days and nights as it ate away at my mind, tugging at my ever conscious thoughts and not allowing me to sleep. In the end I didn't know what was worse, the all consuming insomnia that rocked my body or the evil that would surely tear my realm apart.
Not since before the rule of Teragon did this come about. It was locked away, sealed in a dark place in a dark hole. How did it get out? That was the worst part. I was one of only two people who knew where this unspeakable horror was buried and I know that I did not speak. That did not bode well for the other person. I considered him as I sat at my desk in the darkness, tankard in my hand. I couldn't remember the last time I had actually taken a drink.
Helin seemed like a trustworthy man, a fool yes, but trustworthy. Would he really have betrayed me--the realm, in such a manner? It was hard to believe. I had known the man since being a child and the unlikely nature of him uncovering such an evil was plaguing me. Yet I had to know. And I had to act. Four days of mourning, of grief over what would come, and nothing had happened. Nothing would happen as long as I could stop it. It just depended on whether there was time now. Time to quench the evil that threatened my people, my city, my kingdom.
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