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Tarzan had been brought out of their shrine, back outside to welcome the warmth of the sun.  Coming-to  ..  confused  ..  blinking through the pained blurriness from his eyes.

Sight of that warrior-chief awoke his animal instincts  ..  signalling danger.  Ripping his senses back to full alert.

A warrior was ordered forward.  In his hand an open wooden box.  Tarzan’s guts shivered at the contents.  But he steeled his resolve.

Wooden skewers  ..  soft-wood needles of different sizes.  Tarzan knew what they meant, what they were for.  He had endured enough tortures in his fights for justice.  He’d been subjected to these too.
He had prevailed.  But it hadn’t been pretty.


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