“Get up boy. This is not the end. Get up!” A distant voice in the darkness called out. A familiar voice. Matthew’s eyes slowly opened. He groaned as he tried to sit upright. His neck hurt and he wanted to massage it, when he moved his hand, it was stopped by something and he heard some metallic clatters. Matthew looked at his hands that were locked by metal tied together. “Chains?” Then he looked at his feet, they were also chained. He looked around him. It was dim and had poor lighting, but he was able to make out the interior of the room. It was barred with iron, the floor was made of hard cement, the wall was made of earth and there were stairs to his left. Matthew was confident after seeing this, he was now in a prison. But what has he done to be imprisoned? Just as Matthew wondered, a voice suddenly came from the dark, unlit area. “Ah, you
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