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Chapter 9: Rot in the walls

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Vera

The dungeon had its own sunrise. Not light—just the smell. When morning hit, the air thickened with mildew and rust, like the stones themselves were sweating. I woke to that smell and the familiar throb in my wrists from where the chains kept rubbing my skin raw.

I didn’t even try to stand. My body refused. The floor was colder today, or maybe I was just losing heat. Either way, I lay there breathing slow because anything else made my stomach twist.

I heard the footsteps before I saw the shadows. Heavy boots. Multiple pairs. Great. A welcoming party.

The cell door screeched open and Jade walked in first like he owned the air. Beta Jarek followed, puffed up like he’d been begging someone to let him be important today. Two council members trailed behind them, carrying tablets and that self-righteous look people get when they’ve already decided you’re guilty.

Jade folded his arms. “Start talking.”

“What now?” I asked. My voice was rough, like it had scraped against gravel all n
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