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... s though he had just been pulled from the bottom of a lake. His body was slick with sweat, sticking the thin tunic against his skin. His eyes darted around, first confused, then narrowing into suspicion.
The bed. The blanket. The stone walls.
And the window.
He rubbed his face and groaned. The same cursed room.
Only now, the once-opened window had been locked tight with a thick iron latch and a heavy keyhole. Someone had clearly gone out of their way to make sure ...
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