The Hall Of Cells:
As you turn the corner, a long hallway stretches out in front of you. The soft, eerie light of oil lanterns light the entire hall creating a glow that seems to refuse the presence of shadows. The smell of dampness and mold crosses your nose. Feelings are also present in this hallway. So evident in fact are these feelings that they seems to press on your mind with a force of never ending despair and nervous anticipation. As you walk on, your footsteps seem to echo louder and louder. Suddenly there is the sound of a whimper. A closer inspection of the rest of the hallway directly in front of you reveals many prison cells along both sides. Rusted iron bars wrapped in barbed wire prevent the prisoners from even as much as touching the bars let alone trying to force them open. Contained in the cells are people of many different races and ages. They cower at your presence, huddled in the darkest corners of their cells. The crying and sounds of terror spread throughout the whole of the hallway until it is all that you can hear. These unfortunate people seem to all share one common thing, the scars that grace their necks.
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