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... wing kind that settled into the bones, whispering promises of slow decay. The air was thick with dampness, carrying the scent of mildew and something fouler blood, sweat, and the unmistakable stench of fear.
Liria stood at the threshold, her hands loose at her sides, her expression unreadable. The prisoner was chained to the wall, wrists bound above his head, body slumped forward in exhausted defeat. His breathing was shallow, labored. His clothes once fine, the uniform of an elite knigh ...
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