I woke up in a dark dingy room. The smell of decay and dirt all around me. I was sat in what I could only imagine to be a bog.
My cell was little more than a hole in the ground, with bars above me to prevent me from getting out and little to stop the rain from falling in. The ground was so wet, that it had formed a mud bath beneath me. Mud had worked its way everywhere. It clung to my skin and under my nails. Much to my delight, it was once again raining. I was soaked through and freezing cold.
Pulling my winter cloak around me tighter, I tried and failed to try and find some sense of warmth to stop my teeth from chattering, but there was none to be found.
It was still night, the dark sky visible above me, with the small shimmering signs of stars still clear to be seen.
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