Dead (fifty word fantasy)
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Zectaras stood vigil over his temple brother, as he lay dying. The wounds from the neitlumar festered, and resisted both prayers and medicine.
After three days he passed, an an hour later he groaned and lifted himself from the bier.
Zectaras drew his blade, "Goodbye Aesukon. Neithur calls you home."
