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... ld, unmoving. The air was damp, heavy with the smell of rust, blood, and the slow decay of forgotten prisoners. Shadows clung to the walls like oil.
Lanard stepped through the arched doorway without hesitation. His boots made no sound on the uneven floor, each step measured, unhurried.
The faint torchlight barely lit the far corner, but he didn’t need his eyes to know she was there.
Chains rattled faintly as his presence disturbed the stale air.
She hung there—bar ...
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