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... on's hair and onto another's arm. Rats squeaked, swaggered past people's legs, and gnawed people's nails, as if they were the masters here.
The jailer walked by the door of each cell, and the iron rod in his hand slid over the iron railing of the cell, making a loud "crackling" sound. Prisoners awoke, and murmurs of disbelief swirled like a gust of wind through the closed dungeon. It was impossible for the guards to be merciful and give out food before meal time, so there was only one pos ...
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