heychief: The man felt naked without a hood to hide his worn face. He stared past the wall of iron bars, at the surrounding dungeon; how many times had he been on the other side, clutching the key to the prison in one hand and a dagger in the other?

heychief: The man felt naked without a hood to hide his worn face. He stared past the wall of iron bars, at the surrounding dungeon; how many times had he been on the other side, clutching the key to the prison in one hand and a dagger in the other?

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