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The sound of footsteps woke Lord Cole from his slumber. He groaned, and winced as pure pain shot through his skull. The cell was in pure darkness, as it had been for days. Against the cold, hard floor, he’d bruised himself several times trying to navigate his way around.
He had no idea how many days he’d been down there for. If he had to guess, then it must have been a week or two. All he had to use as reference was the coming and going of the guards when they brought his food twice a day. He expected it was them as he heard the footsteps, but when the faint light outside the cell grew, and Ophelia came to stand in front of him, his blood turned cold and he looked up at her with dark, cold eyes.
Ophelia chuckled at the sight of him, the once powerful Warden of the East now reduced
