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The cells were located on the lower floors of the castle, going deep into the thickness of the mountain. Heat breathed in the stone walls, it was always dry and warm here. Nothing to do with the usual damp casemates, in which they died from diseases, rotted alive. The chambers themselves, hollowed out in stone, had rounded shapes and were closed with gratings with massive strong rods, so that not a single markat would break.

Larana was sitting on a stone bench with her legs folded and hunched over. She was still wearing men's clothing, badly damaged in the fight. The wounds gradually healed, the itching and pain passed, but she did not care. She did not feel her body, her thoughts being far away.

Aznar did not like to come down here. Here it seemed that the walls were crushing, suffocating and did not allow to breathe normally. And if you remember what a monstrous thickness of rock separates from the sunlight, hangs over your head, it becomes completely sickening.

He walked over to La