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Tick-tock...
Tick-tock...
In the gloomy, damp cell, a foul stench fouled the air, and the dirt-covered bedding, thin as a slip, betrayed none of its original white, emanating a pungent smell of mildew, and was stained with large patches of yellow.
The only light was the moonlight streaming through the high walled window, and on a cloudy night, even that little light would be absent, leaving the prisoners to huddle on their bedding, shivering next to the chamber pots.
The guards patrolled outside the cell doors with long sticks, tapping the iron bars continuously, creating a clanging sound.
This place was the largest prison in Wexford County—Angersar.
Within its walls were detainees awaiting trial, thieves, bandits, and a heap of death row inmates.
The night was exceedingly cold, with unsealed windows allowing the draft to permeate, forcing the inmates to wrap their blankets tightly around themselves, curling up like pill bugs, trying to retain the last bit of warmth.
