Chapter 58 Free At Last

• Reed
• The dungeon was a claustrophobic, dank chamber, suffused with an almost palpable sense of dread. The air, thick with the stench of mildew and decay, makes each breath a struggle. Flickering lights cast sickly yellow pools of illumination, but a vast section of the room remain shrouded in darkness.
• The walls, lined with rough, cold concrete was stained with ominous, rusty streaks. Chains hang from the ceiling, their heavy links clinking softly in an unseen draft, adding to the oppressive atmosphere. I walk into the dungeon and my stomach churned in disgust. The floor is littered with discarded, rotting food and faeces.