One of the guards had his mammoth, leather gloved hand on my shoulder. The chains on my ankles rattled with each step I took, and my entire legs were aching from the weight of the metal.
The dark room at the end of the corridor became closer and closer.
As I walked toward my death, my mind turned back in time to when I first arrived here…
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