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Chapter 42

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SAPHRA'S POV

Darkness stops being frightening after the first day.

After that, it becomes a companion.

Three days pass in the bowels of the palace, measured only by the sound of footsteps and the ache in my body. There is no light in my cell. No window....No crack in the stone. Time dissolves into hunger, thirst, and the slow, grinding cold that never leaves my bones.

The guards come twice a day.

I know it by the rhythm of their boots, by the scrape of metal as the small hatch in the door
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