"What are you all doing?" asked a frightened Deba. His face was ashen white. He was blinking rapidly and his breath was bursting in and out. "Please, leave me. I will never come back to this side." He was tied to a wooden post in a dark room that had no ceiling. Men and women in black cloaks with hoods were standing around him.
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