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Sunlight warmed Spike’s back, and he rolled to face the window. The early morning blue sky a stark contrast to the few rusty bars separating him from freedom. He might have had a shot of escape if they’d taken him here first. Now a spiderweb could probably keep him in.
His cell door creaked, and dust wafted from the floor as two slices of bread landed at his feet. He balled one in his fist. Chains clanged as he brought it to his mouth. He chewed long enough for the lump to fit down his throat and shoveled in the second slice. A gait he didn’t recognize plodded through the hall, and he turned his gaze toward the door. New boots? He spared a glance at the guard’s face. New guard. That made four new guards he’d seen since being moved.
From one shitty cell to the next.
At least this
