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Chapter Five
The cell blocks are located just along the southern border of Kales. Its shapely outline is made like a circle of stone. Within the inside of the circle are multiple steel cages that are welded tightly with the rock outer layer, but the landscape does not stop there. Going inwards, there is another stone circle close to the welded cages and on the other side of that wall are more cages. This structure repeats sixteen times until it gets to a foothold in the middle where all the guards live, sleep, and do their work. Most of the cages are filled with criminals that have broken the king's laws. There is a mix of crimes such as murders, thieves, and rapists, but also smaller-time offenders like petty thieves and speaking out and denouncing the king. All who even dare speak ill will about the boy king of Kales are doomed to live the rest of their days within the steel cages. Among those inmates is the captain that has been long since forgotten, Salavanta. Even though she is a one-of-a-k
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