Chapter OneShe had forgotten what warmth felt like. The cold, the darkness… they were all she had left.The damp walls of the dungeon reeked of filth and rotting straw. Shackles clanked as Eileen Sanders stirred, her limbs too weak to resist the pull of gravity. The wounds on her wrists had dried into cracked, angry lines, and a testament to her three weeks of suffering. She didn’t know how long she had spent curled against the cold stone floor, only that she no longer flinched at the scurrying of rats or the dripping of water that never reached her parched lips. Hunger had gnawed at her for days, but the pain had dulled into an emptiness she had grown used to. Then, footsteps. The dungeon door opened and the sudden flood of torchlight made her squint, her body tensing out of habit. The last time they opened that door, she had been dragged out and beaten until she couldn't move. This time, a rough hand seized her arm and yanked her forward. "Stand up, traitor," the guard sneered
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