Anywhere But Here
Anywhere But Here By Teagan Braedan It was cold and dank like a good dungeon should be. The only light came from cheap pillar candles, many of which had melted to the point that they were no longer able to sustain a flame. Others flickered as the flame fought to keep alive as the wax it had burnt pooled from its grave to seek its revenge. Soft grunts could be heard in one of the cells. Thick stone walls muffled what surely would have been much louder cries of pain. Fists and...