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/Drip… Drip…/
/Silence…/
"..."
Still in his cold cell, Dale remained silent as he waited for the guards to return…
"Pss… Pss! Hey, you, the lad on the cell beside me." Someone's voice echoed in the corridor, prompting Dale to open his eyes and walk to the window
"Me?"
"Who else? We're probably the last two left to be butchered in this section, everyone else already kicked the bucket for this Winter."
"..."
'Winter?... That's why its so damn cold.'
Things made a little more sense now, no wonder it was so cold, it was Winter in these lands, a fact Dale never learned.
The cell's walls were probably around 10 to 12 degrees Celsius, and he was wearing nothing else aside from a few rags, with a metal chain binding his neck tightly.
Sitting on the cold, hard stone ground didn't help either.
