The cold. That's what will kill me.
I huddled in the center of the dank cell clutching my knees to my chest to preserve the last of my warmth, but I knew it was pointless. It wasn't the rotten stench of decaying flesh or crusted blood that made my stomach writhe and nearly heave. No, the mind was a far worse enemy than any physical being the world can offer— and I should know, because I'd seen all of them. I told myself that it wouldn't be much longer, that the pain of this fear would die when I did, and a part of me was comforted by the thought. I'd never feared death, and in some instances I'd even begged for it. But now that it was here, I didn't want to die.
The door to the jail opened and light spilled across the floor as it flooded into the room and crept over my skin. I squinted my eyes and peered up at the burly shadow towering over me. A shiver ricocheted in my body. The black hood on his head told me everything I need to know:
I'm going to die.
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Kingdom of Sun & Shadow
FantasySince she can remember, Saba Faziri has always been curious about how she came to work in a brothel stealing coins from her customer's pockets. She has lived in the shadows most of her life, and is determined to have her day in the sun. But what hap...
