I'm about to do the stupidest thing ever. The darkness of the palace at night wasn't silent, it was alive with a thousand breathing shadows. Every creak of the floorboards sounded like a gunshot in my ears, and every gust of wind against the stained-glass windows felt like the cold hand of a guard on my shoulder. I moved through the service corridors, my heart hammering, it was as if my pulse were saying, “traitor, traitor, traitor,” in my ears. I finally managed to reach the stairwell leading to the Cells. My breath was shallow, coming in short gasps that burned my throat. I was halfway down the spiral stone steps when the heavy iron door at the bottom groaned open.I froze, my foot hovering over the next step.A guard emerged, his armor clinking softly. He was carrying a torch, the white light swinging rhythmically, casting long, distorted shadows up the walls as he moved. I didn't have time to retreat. I pressed myself into a shallow alcove, a space barely deep enough to hold a
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