Ryn stared at the half-finished letter before him for a moment, an empty, emotionless gaze in his eyes. The very thing he was just about to write about was something he was going to witness firsthand once again; he didn't want to. Ever since arriving in this godforsaken city, he had spent most of his time tending to the sick, mostly children, using all of his skill and knowledge to help them fight the Black Breath. Because of him, many families arrived in the city with hope in their eyes, thinking that their children could be saved by a man who came all the way from the capital, a scholar from the Guild, no less. Sadly, he failed most of them.
However, one particular door was slightly different. Instead of sobbing or groaning, a quiet and barely audible prayer could be heard through the door, a familiar man's voice. "...I did lots of wrong in my life, I know that. I don't deserve your mercy, nor forgiveness. But please... help the boy. Take me instead if you must, just save my son. I beg of you," the voice pleaded, deep and rough, sounding exhausted beyond belief.
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