The agonizing, sizzling bite of refined silver was the first sensation that dragged Kaelen back into consciousness. She opened her eyes to pitch darkness, broken only by the sickly green glow of sorcerous braziers hanging from iron chains. The air was frigid, stagnant, and heavily tainted with the foul stench of brimstone, wet rot, and dried blood. Kaelen tried to move her arms, but an involuntary cry of pain tore…
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