In the subterranean vaulted dungeons beneath the Oakhaven municipal keep, the air was cold, damp, and smelled of wet slate, stale tallow, and the bitter copper stench of dried blood. Water dripped rhythmically from the vaulted stone ceiling into a dark moss-covered drain, counting the agonizing seconds of a ruined life. Seated upon an iron stool in the center of the interrogation cell, his hands bound behind him in heavy…
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