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... weat, and silence.
Moisture ran down the walls like veins of decay. The air was heavy with the scent of rusted iron and the slow drip of water that fell, unhurried, into the black.
It was here that the old ’Earl of Wessex’ sat—no longer a man, but a husk wrapped in faded nobility. His robes were gone. His signet ring had been taken. In its place, the mark of the chains bit deep into his wrists.
He had once ruled this castle. His word had once shaken fields and cities alik ...
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