Chapter 7: Whispers in the Dark

SCARLETT

The guards shoved me through the narrow door of the slave quarters, the hinges screeching as though even the building groaned at my return. My knees hit the floor hard, and the stench of sweat, mildew, and damp straw filled my lungs.

“Stay put,” one of them spat, his grip tightening cr...

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