Sample V-01: The Silent Cell
Arthur sat in the damp silence of the Tower Bridge dungeon, the air tasting of salt and ancient rot. For ten years, the world had forgotten the name of the man who once defined the very essence of British Law. Now, he was merely Prisoner 402. The cell was a stone throat that swallowed every scream. He didn't scream. Instead, he spent his days scratching lines into the granite walls with a piece...
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