Sunday, April 24, 2016

100 Words a Day 831

Animal fury echoed down the cold stone corridors of the fortress. I shivered, wondering if I was destined to meet the mad creature. A prodding from the guard resumed my step, which had been stilled by fear. The howling grew louder as we descended into the ancient innards of the castle. When the sentinel threw open the final door to the dungeon, the screams redoubled in intensity. On the other side of the threshold, the only occupied cell held a man. His appearance reminded me of the bodies I had once seen in a village that had starved to death.

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