The dungeon reeks with a thick stench of mold and stale sweat and the sour smell of a bucket that hadn't been emptied in weeks.
The walls were cold as if it was a cold room.The floor was packed with dirt, cold and damp . A single torch burned in the corridor, its flame weak and guttering, throwing shadows that walked across the ceiling like living things.
The dark was absolute when the torch flickered, which it did every few minutes, plunging her into blackness so complete she couldn't see her own hands.
She pressed her back into the corner where two walls met. The stone bit through her thin dress. Her bare feet had gone numb. Her stomach rumbled but that was not her concern for now.
Aria pulled her knees to her chest. She couldn’t sleep. She kept thinking how it got to this.
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