Count Barney was huddled in a dungeon cell that was damp, dark, and foul-smelling. Lichens and mold were everywhere. His own body odor smelled bad, considering he hadn't showered in days. Dirt littered the corners of the prison, for Count Barney had paid no heed to cleanliness. His body, which was once fat and distended, at that looked thin, only bones wrapped in skin. Some of the prisoners who came from the magic tower that had been locked up with him had long been released. Only he remained in the dungeon in the Brighton Duchy. No one came to save him. He had made a terrible mistake daring to break into the Brighton area. Now, no one knew where he was. Maybe he would die to rot in this prison.Damn woman!All of Count Barney's bad luck started with a damn slave girl who ran away from his room that night. If the slave didn't escape, he might never end up in this pitiful dungeon. In a lonely prison without anyone accompanying him, it wasn't easy to keep his mind sane.
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