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The strangest detail of my new solo cell was that it had a single n***d electric light bulb dangling from a flex in the middle of the ceiling. It meant the castle must have a generator that was still functioning, a nearly unheard-of technological accomplishment these days. My cell also had a wooden bunk bed and an en-suite bathroom with unbreakable stainless-steel fittings which, judging by their quality, had been salvaged from a former middle-class home which in all likelihood was now no more than a pile of rubble. The fact I had the cell to myself and was provided with amenities, no matter how meager, indicated I was an important prisoner enjoying what passed for luxury if you were a prisoner in Dracopolis. I should’ve felt flattered.
An iron letterbox in the door opened and a welco
