The cold stone floor bit into my cheek where Beta Richard had brutally struck me down. My head throbbed in rhythm with my racing heart as the heavy wooden dungeon doors slammed shut, locking me back in the dim, suffocating silence of the cells.Slowly, I forced myself up from the dirt, my body aching with a deep, crushing fatigue. I didn't waste a single second crying over Richard's intense hatred for my family. Instead, I rushed across the damp cell toward the back wall, where my father, Marcus, hung limply from the iron chains fixed to the stone ceiling."Dad," I whispered, my hands trembling violently as I worked the heavy, rusted locks. With a final, desperate pull, the iron unlatched. Marcus collapsed forward, his weak, battered frame falling directly into my waiting arms.I carefully guided him down to the ground, propping his back against the damp stone wall. Spotting an old wooden bucket of water in the dark corner of the cell, I quickly brought it over, cupping the cool liqu
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