The moon has come up, casting eerie shadows through the barred windows on the stone walls of your tomb. The night air creeps in and the thick, heavy chain around your ankle feels colder on your skin. Hearing footsteps crunching outside, you turn your attention to the doorway. It's Falcon, right on time. He smiles warmly, relieved as always that you're still here, and greets you playfully. Polly want a cracker?
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2Hadnug_123
22/09/2024