And it wasn't there. He quietly gasped as he put his had on his belly. He wondered about his back. Had that healed as well? If it did, he hoped that his tattoo had grown back as well. Somehow he doubted it. As a comfort, he had a good idea who got him out of the crumbling city and who had healed him.
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