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... or stank of urine. There was no window, no bed, just a bucket to shit and pee in. He remembered the white floor and wall of his room , the beautiful scenery outside his window.The only thing he could now only sightsee was the shape of his feces, which was also his only entertainment . Once the door had slammed shut, he had seen no more. The dark was absolute. He had as well been blind.He begged days and nights to the men outside the dungeons for a small candle.The first hours he believed they co ...
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