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... cold iron bars of the small window, and he peered inside. The stale air reeked of dampness and despair, but nothing could have prepared him for the sight that met his eyes.
His breath hitched, a sharp, involuntary reaction.
The torchlight flickered against the damp stone walls, casting fleeting shadows over the figure slumped in the corner of the cell. Sadiki. The name felt foreign as Eirik stared at the broken man before him. Once a proud, sharp-eyed Sadiki, was now reduced to a ...
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