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The dungeon was always dank and musty, but today it smelled strongly of burning flesh. Human flesh when burned, gave off an acrid smell that stuck to the inside of the nostrils. It left its ghostly memory on the olfactory senses long after the flame went out.
Burning had long been my favored method of torture. Its scent clung on as a reminder of the act long after the screams and satisfaction faded. A reminder that you held the power. The reminder to me that one day, they all would burn. Burn for their crimes, arrogance, and negligence, for their part in losing the only thing that had given my dark life light.
Today’s charred flesh whispered to me. It said I was closer to my goals. So long I’d waited to bring this together, to move the pieces like a master chess player. Moves a
