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... e corridors of the castle's lower levels.
The air grew damp, and the stench of decay hung thick, a testament to the suffering within these walls.
Flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows that danced on the walls, creating an oppressive atmosphere that seemed to suffocate any hope that dared to exist.
As they neared the prison, the unmistakable scent of blood and filth grew stronger, mingling with the faint, tortured sounds of groaning and muttering.
The iron gates ...
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