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A man stirs in his cell, not yet entirely aware of his surroundings. The deva watches from the cell across the hall. It is almost time. The warden will be upon them soon, to harass his private collection from the far corners of the planes. The deva knows what must be sacrificed for freedom. And the deva knows that he will never see the light of day again.

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