The dungeon air clung thick with the scent of blood and rusted iron. Sarah’s heels clicked against the damp stone floor, each step deliberate, echoing through the narrow corridor like a slow-counting clock.The lamp flickered against the walls, casting long, wavering shadows that seemed to flinch away from her.At the end of the passage, a heavy oak door stood slightly ajar. Beyond it, the soft, ragged sound of breathing.Sarah smiled.She pushed the door open with a single finger, letting it creak on its hinges. The room beyond was small, windowless, the only light coming from a single lantern hanging from a rusted chain. In the center, strapped to a chair with thick leather restraints, was Rhenn.The Delta of Noah’s pack. Or what was left of him.His body was slumped forward, his bare torso a canvas of bruises and shallow cuts. Blood crusted along his collarbone, dried in dark streaks down his chest. His right arm ended abruptly at the wrist, the stump wrapped in filthy bandages tha
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