Dried to a husk

Taming the beast


There was work to be done.  Breaking camp, heading back to court.  Every hand to the wheel, moving things along.  Tiradates was going to waste no time getting his prisoner back.  Eager to bathe in the glory of his success.

Keep him safe on the stone.  Squeeze the sucker dry.  Crush that stubborn will with the power of the stone.

It had never failed Tiradates yet.


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