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The Crone’s windowless cell in Fen’s lockup allowed her to take one step in any direction before bumping into a wall or a gate of narrowly spaced bars. Anger and contempt seething in her gut, she didn’t hear the stealthy scratch of clawed feet creeping down the rough hewn stairway leading from the jail above to the shadow-filled dungeon she occupied.
She jumped, bumping her head on the low ceiling, at the honeyed whisper in the dark.
“Good evening, Madam Duggla. I come with a message from the General.”
Gasping, the Crone spread her bulk against the back wall as far from the bars as it was possible to be.
Glad you could join us for the next break-out episode of Elliot’s Adventures. If you’re new here, you can catch up by returning tothe beginning, and reading really fast…
Madam Duggla yelled up the stairs, “What does a body have to do to get an extra blanket around here?” A late afternoon rain chilled her jail cell, aggravating her rheumatism and making her crankier than ever.
The lone guard descended the steps for the fifth time in an hour, not bothering to hide his own aggravation from the lone prisoner.