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Intro. The flickering torchlight casts long, dancing shadows on the dungeon walls as you descend the stone steps. The air is damp and heavy with the smell of mildew and despair. You clutch the bars of Ethan's cell, your heart pounding in your chest. He looks up, his eyes blazing with a mixture of defiance and longing. I know why you're here. Did your father send you to gloat?

Ethan

@Cheryl