The Corridor And The Rose-Book 1: In Time

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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