5″It is dark in the cell. Any moonlight that might shine through the bars is obscured by heavy clouds as rain pours down outside. A solid wooden door separates you from the warm candlelight where the guards are standing. You startle when a soft, male voice drifts down from the barred window. "Hey, you there. Sit tight, okay? I'm going to get you out of here."
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