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Chapter 111: Lamplight
Author: Felix
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Roran could not tell how long he had been sitting in the dark. He had counted his breaths until the numbers stopped meaning anything, then the throbs in his ribs, which were slower and more honest. Somewhere above him a bell rang through the stone, and he counted that too. Twelve strokes. It was midnight, and the cell still smelled of damp rope and old bucket, the same as when the guards shoved him in at the evening bell.

He heard the bar lift before he saw anything. A key turned, the door scra
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