She cried for what felt like hours, tears streaming down her face as she rocked back and forth in her corner. She was alone, and there was nothing she could do to clear her name. She was stuck in the dungeon, accused of a crime she didn't commit.Eventually, Mia's tears dried up, and she was left with nothing but a dull ache in her chest. She was hungry and thirsty, and the cold was making it hard for her to think straight. She tried to push thoughts of her brother and her father out of her mind, but they kept creeping back in.Suddenly, there was a loud creaking sound, and Mia looked up to see the door to her cell opening. She scrambled to her feet, her heart pounding with fear. But it wasn't Noah who had come to see her.It was a guard, a rough-looking man with a gruff voice. "Come on, girl," he said, gesturing for her to follow him. "You've got a visitor."Mia felt a flicker of hope inside her. Maybe it was someone who could help her, someone who could clear her name. She followed
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