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Days passed in a blur of despair and isolation. The king's burial had come and gone, a solemn affair that I could only imagine from the confines of my cell. The dungeon's cold, damp walls seemed to close in on me with each passing day, amplifying my misery. The creak of the cell door interrupted my thoughts. Mary slipped in, her face etched with wo
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