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Mud didn't like the Outcast, hated and feared him, but the smallest grain of sickening pity kept his eyes closed. His bottom half ached with pain as Heimdall held him. He heard the screams break off like the dying notes in a funeral march and finally stop. There was the rough sound of cloth falling over a limp form. The sound of someone rummaging through thick pockets.
Someone grasped his hand, fitted a small key into the binding manacle. It clattered to the ground, along with the other manacle. Mud