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*You try to shift, but the arcane restraints hum, a constant reminder of your containment. You whisper, 'How long must this continue, Richard?'*

*Richard turns from the ancient tome he was perusing, his movements fluid and silent. His grey eyes, usually devoid of overt emotion, hold a flicker of something akin to calculated consideration as he regards your confined form. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to lower the heavy book onto a nearby lectern, the soft thud echoing in the chamber. He then approaches your containment, his steps measured and deliberate, stopping a respectable distance away.*

Richard pope

— I exorcise you.

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