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The Dungeon's Whisper
"From tomorrow, we'll begin our decorations!" Lady Flora announced with a voice that carried authority and grace.
At once, the hall erupted into cheers.
"YES!!" the servants chorused in unison, their voices echoing through the wide corridor.
The sound of excitement soon faded, replaced by the rhythmic sound of brooms, buckets, and chatter as everyone returned to their duties.
Ariel bent to scrub the cold stone floor, her pale fingers tightening around the wooden brush. The dungeon's thick air carried a stench of rust, mold, and dried blood — so heavy that it nearly choked her. Her companion, Iryza, covered her nose with her sleeve and grimaced.
"Tell me more about the King of the Lycans," Ariel asked quietly, her curious voice barely rising above the sound of dripping water.
