The scarred man's room was cold and dark, with only one window, which was covered with neatly arranged bricks whenever he wasn't at home. Xer didn't mind, since being in cold, dark places was something he was already used to.When he was taken in by the scarred man, he had been locked inside a dark cell with a tiny window—barely large enough for air to pass through.Though he didn't mind the darkness, if he was going to complete what he came here for, then staying in the dark was not an option.He moved stealthily across the room, his hands tracing the stone wall until they found a candle resting in a small holder.Pulling out a piece of flint and steel, he struck them together a few times. Tiny sparks leaped onto the wick, and after gently blowing on it, the candle flickered to life.Once that was settled, he began searching frantically around the room, checking drawer after drawer and the small cupboard tucked into the corner.What was he searching for?He didn't know.All he knew w
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