"Another pair of doomed idiots," someone muttered from the bunks.
"How long does this nightmare stretch?" a second voice sighed.
"Cyril really means to scour every outsider this time, doesn't he?"
The murmurs wove together, pity and numbness taking turns inside the same hollow eyes that appraised Jared and Luther.
Jared slid to the farthest corner, knees drawn up. Behind half-closed lids he let his senses roam, mapping exits, counting runes, weighing the temper of both guards and prisoners.
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