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... > Twelve people stood or sat in the cramped wooden cage.
The air was thick with the smell of unwashed bodies, damp straw, and hopelessness.
Outside, the bandits laughed. They cracked open a cask of ale.
Inside, the reality of their situation began to sink in.
The tool man, Gareth, slid down the bars. He buried his face in his hands.
"We are dead," he moaned. "We are all dead."
The onion man was pacing. It was a tight circle. Three steps, turn. Thre ...
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