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Rhys I had the captives dragged down to the darkest part of the dungeons, a place where light didn’t dare to enter and the air was thick with the scent of blood and fear. I wanted them to understand why Golden Crest was to be feared and why I was terrifying. The stone walls echoed with the sounds of their panicked breathing. I paced back and forth, the shackles around their wrists and ankles clinking with each step they tried to take. I could see the fear in their eyes, the way they flinched whenever I moved too quickly or too close. They knew what was coming. I stopped in front of the first one, a wiry-looking man with matted hair and a broken nose. “Why did you come here?” I asked, my voice low and dangerous. “Who sent you?” He spat blood at my feet and glared at me, defiant despite
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