*Clink*
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*Clink*
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*Clink*
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*Clink*
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It was the dead of night.
The halls, vaguely illuminated by the subtle flicker of torches, saw shadows of several small figures, watched over by one larger, looming from above.
They were all in clinking chains, kids strung in a line, almost like cattle.
It was normal, yet there was something off…
So… today is the day, huh? The guard watching over the prisoners thought to himself.
It all depends on me now… Keep watch, he keeps snapping, but when the boy snaps both hands, I know he did something…
Despite it being possibly the easiest assignment of his life, he for some reason could not shake away the knot tied in his gut.
Just escort them back to their cells, they were all in chains, what was there to even worry about?
He almost felt pity for himself about these emotions. An insignificant position that would lead to nothing. So, why was he feeling this? If others could read his heart, they would certainly mock him.
