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The dungeon gates clanged shut behind us like a verdict. From below came the percussion of leather on flesh—sharp, rhythmic—each crack carrying Caelum’s voice up the stone like a raw, ragged hymn.
"Arghh...!"
"Ahhh...!"
Marshi walked beside me, steady and patient as a funeral drum. Sir Haldor fell into step a pace behind, his shadow long against the torchlight. He kept his voice low, but the worry in it was as plain as a wound.
"Your Highness," he said, care ...
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