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... a cell. Not a dungeon. Just a small, quiet room with a chair and a table, and a guard standing outside the door. It almost feels worse than being thrown into a dungeon. A dungeon would have meant something. It would have meant they saw me as dangerous, worth locking away, worth watching. But this... this is nothing.
The chair beneath me is hard wood, uncomfortable no matter how I sit. I shift once, then stop. There is no point. It won’t get better. The table in front of me is scratched, ...
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