The prison level wasn’t just a cellblock; it was a catacomb of despair carved into the mountain’s heart.The chill air was thick with the smell of unwashed bodies, sickness, and a deeper, more hopeless scent—the odor of time stolen.And they weren’t the fifty souls Aldric’s intelligence had suggested.They were hundreds. Packed into rusted cages, slumped against damp stone, their eyes reflecting the flicker of our witch-light like trapped, dying stars.“Moon Goddess,” I breathed, the prayer a reflex.The sheer scale of it was a physical blow.This wasn’t a holding cell; it was a larder.Kael’s hand found my elbow, his grip tight. “Sophia. We can’t take them all. Not with the time we have.” His voice was low, stripped of any comfort, stating the brutal arithmetic of rescue.My heart screamed a denial. My mind, Luna’s mind, raced.“Then we take as many as we can carry,” I said, the words leaving my mouth before the full plan formed. “Now. Move!”What followed was three minutes of franti
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