Third Person’s PerspectiveThe prison where Leo, Flora, Lucas, and Kiran were kept was dark and cold. The walls were damp, covered with moss, and the smell of rust and dried blood never left the air. The floor was hard, nothing but dirt and stone. Their hands and ankles were tied with rough ropes that had already cut into their skin. They were bruised, thin, and weak. Yet their hearts still burned.Days had passed since Valen had thrown them into this place. He had starved them, given them only dirty water, and left them to rot. But still, somehow, they were alive. Still, they had not broken.On one of those nights, when the guards thought the prisoners were too weak to even move, the silence outside was broken. Sounds drifted into the prison , voices, cries, whispers that carried through the cracks of the wooden walls.Flora, lying close to the wall, pressed her ear against it. At first she thought she was hearing things. But then the words became clearer.A woman’s voice, cracked wi
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