Chapter 48 Attacked by Patrol

Bram

I struggle to open my eyes, the dark walls blurring until they sharpen the unmistakable cage of a dungeon cell. Iron bars, damp floor, and the sour tang of wolfsbane. They must’ve drugged me.  Whoever they are. 

My head pounds. The last thing I remember is the cart jolting beneath me, rough...

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