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There was little in the way of natural lighting in the dungeons but I knew it was early in the morning when I woke up. The rest of the prisoners were still asleep. My first thought was that at least I hadn’t been seriously injured during our attempted jailbreak, just badly bruised. I’d managed to protect my face for the most part but my ribs would no doubt have a few angry weals on them.
With a shock I remembered this was the last day but one. After today the blood sacrifices would be made to Dagon, Bob and Tom would be dead, and maybe James would be sacrificed with them if he was down here somewhere. I’d have failed in my mission. People would die because of my mistakes. People were always dying because of my mistakes. It had been a feature of my life for a long time. And much as I t
