Chapter 3 Unexpected Saviors
The cobblestones were slippery under my boots, coated with the cold mist that clung to every surface. The guards herded my double and me like errant sheep towards the gaping maw of the prison carriage. Its black lacquered sides gleamed under the flickering gas lamps, the golden griffin on the roof glistening in the indirect light - an iron beast ready t…
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