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“You may receive one sip of water every hour…” the jailer said coldly. “…if you prove your worth.” A faint pause lingered in the stale air. “…Maybe you’ll earn two.” The jailer set the wooden cup on the stone floor. The dull scrape of wood against rock echoed briefly through the cell. Then he t…

“You may receive one sip of water every hour…” the jailer said coldly. “…if you prove your worth.” A faint pause lingered in the stale air. “…Maybe you’ll earn two.” The jailer set the wooden cup on the stone floor. The dull scrape of wood against rock echoed briefly through the cell. Then he turned… and left. The door slammed shut, the heavy thud swallowing the room in silence. Without the faint light from the hall, the chamber became almost completely dark. There were no windows, no crac