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... er, its walls lined with boxes and makeshift beds beside them. If you could even call them beds, considering they were merely heaps of dried hay crammed into tattered leather sacks that had clearly seen better days.
The room was constructed of cold stone, and the floor matched, sending chills through the flimsy, worn leather slippers I wore. They had two straps that we tied around our feet like ballerina shoes, but they were brown, rough, and scraped against my skin with every step. The ...
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