And as you see, poor Idris was…persuaded,shall we say? Yes,persuaded to tell me about Tyre and his own route back to Al-Kal’as from there. Faysal, reveal to her his pain.” The Captain of the Guard dragged Idris forward. Faysal then ripped away his shirt, and Aminah gasped. Angry scars laced his bare chest, some of the burns still crusted and weeping. Tears tumbled down Aminah’s face, but Idris did not raise his head to see them. “Forgive me” he mumered.
― Michael O. Tunnell,
Moon Without Magic
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