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63. Re-living the Dark Days
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Celie
The smell in the dungeon was the worst kind of unpleasant. Pungent, dirty and dark, everything that I hated. I knew prisons were supposed to be a place that would only make the culprit regret and repent, but this was on a whole different level. The cell in which I was shoved was dingy, spiders crawled from one wall to another. The wall itself looked like it would come down any moment, maybe too tired to uphold its duty, like me. I found the cleanest space, which was not devoid of mould. I drew my knees to my chest, encircled my arms around them. My gaze settled on the constantly dripping water from the ceiling, I don’t know where this water was coming from though.
Staying in a prison wasn’t something I was unused to. I was acquainted with small rooms and enclosed spaces. I was used to starving and being threatened. The Queen might
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