Literature exercise

Jonquil woke without seeing the bedding was course, rough against his scarred and tattooed frame. He rose from the pallet and moved sightlessly his eyes blind to the world, yet he still saw in a sense. Guided by the spirits their ghostly sight created ripples in the world around him which only he saw. The gift of those who had binded themselves to his soul.

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