Rabastan could feel his body breaking and he'd only been at Macnair Castle for one night. He'd been beaten and bruised and shoved into a tiny cage in the back of the poorly lit room, wondering when Walden would come for him. How close had it been to Christmas? A week? He wasn't sure that he'd actually last a month.
The worst part was that he hadn't eaten and he was starving. He stayed hunched in the cage and closed his eyes, trying to take a nap. At least for a little bit.
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