Chapter 3 Valeria It gets colder the farther I go down into the dungeon. The stairs twist down under the castle, and the air grows heavier with every step. The smell of damp stone, rusted metal, and that old, stale scent hits before I even reach the bottom. It settles in my nose. The torches along the walls burn low, their flames small and shaky. They throw long shadows that stretch across the steps. My hand brushes the wall as I descend, and the stone is wet, slick with moisture. By the time I reach the bottom, the dungeon feels like I stepped into a different world. The hallway stretches out in front of me, lined with cells on both sides. My loud footsteps echo off the walls in the tight space. Some cells are empty. Others aren’t. I stop in front of one of the cells and lean against the bars, catching my breath. “Every time I see you, you look worse.” Florence’s head snaps up, eyes alert despite the exhaustion hollowing her face. “You.” Florence looks nothing lik
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