The door was reinforced with a frame of thick, blackened iron etched with sharp runes that pulsed faintly like a heartbeat, like veins carrying some dark life force through the metal. The symbols were more complex here, more intricate, speaking of bindings that went beyond the physical, of chains that could hold more than just flesh and bone.This wasn't part of the pack's usual infrastructure, wasn't connected to any legitimate function of governance or justice.It felt older than the mountain itself, older than civilization, older than the careful rules that governed how civilized people treated their prisoners.Built by ancestors who believed in pain as penance, in submission as natural law, in the breaking of spirits as a sacred duty.One of the guards stepped forward and pulled a key from his belt—not the simple iron keys used elsewhere in the fortress, but something more complex, more ceremonial. I watched his hand shake slightly as he inserted it into the lock, the only sign th
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