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Evening had fallen.
Elias paced his narrow dungeon with restless, agitated steps. Far below ground, beneath the ducal palace, lay that dismal prison-windowless, save for the iron grating in its massive door, through which only the faintest breath of air passed.
A dim lamp flickered atop a wooden table, casting long shadows against the stone walls