Prologue

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A dark cell envelops me in silence. Almost nothing can be heard, just the occasional scurry of a rat or water dripping from the ceiling. My stomach is void and lonely, I sit against a wall, my hands, feet, and neck bound with heavy chain links. My head hangs from the weight, how did I end up like this?

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