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There was a cool breeze out of nowhere. The breeze was damp like a cave, but he couldn’t hear the characteristic dripping water. Instead the candlelight flickered periodically in the place of the absence of the dripping water. “Focus “, he told himself. He was in a cell. The walls were a dull gray stone and so were the ceiling and floor. There was no door and that he could see; the only feature...