A Different Sort of Camelot
A Different Sort of Camelot A Different Sort of Camelot Morgan came to at the heavy sound of footsteps approaching, the back of her head cracking painfully against a stone wall.? Her eyes began to focus, the sights about her none too encouraging.? She was in a dungeon, that much was obvious from the sputtering torch, the dank windowless cell and the realization that she was practically dangling nude from the ceiling.? Metal shackles encased her small wrists, and were attached to a hook...