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The castle guard paced his cell like a caged animal. It had been weeks since he and many others had known freedom.
“Do you think we’ll ever get out of here?” asked an old man in the cell next to him.
“Not if King Eoin and Queen Lydia do not return and take back the throne,” said a younger man across the way. “I’m beginning to think that i***t was right. Maybe they did abandon us.”
The castle guard stopped pacing and rushed to the front of his cell. He gripped the bars until his knuckles were white and gritted his teeth. He looked more like a wild animal, than a man. “Eoin and Lydia Hamby would never abandon their people. Your disloyalty is revolting.
The younger man threw up his hands in defense. “Isaiah, I’m just wondering if that vegetable vendor was right.”
“That i***t got luck
