JASPER POV
The dungeon had always been one of my favorite places in the packhouse.
Not because of the suffering—though suffering had its uses—but because of the silence.
A warlock had put a spell on these walls a long time ago. Not a peep could be heard outside that door at the end of the hallway. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
No screams. No begging. No desperate promises carried up the stairs to people who might pretend to care.
Just stone.
And whatever truth people were forced to face once they understood no one was coming for them.
I couldn't help but smile as I inhaled deeply. The air down there always felt thick with the memory of people who thought they had more choices than they actually did. People who walked in certain they would leave the same way.
They rarely did.
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