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Life
The hemp rope that bound his wrists was too tight, he could feel the abrasive surface, rubbing away at the sensitive skin beneath. The expensive diamonds, the emeralds, and the wealth of pearls that embellished him seemed abnormally heavy, the golden ruby encrusted necklace sat heavily on his frail boy's chest, and he labored in breathing. Even the garish blood red silk that dressed him seemed as oppressive as poorly carted wool. He stared, terrified, into the murky mouth of the cavern, as tendrils of warm, dank air drifted by, carrying the reek of stagnant air and smoke. He began to shive...
More..Lysa T.
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