Prologue
Broken chains swayed in the old prison. The bars were beginning to rust. All of the prisoners head hung low, as they muttered their under breath. A blood curdling scream filled the halls, but no one seemed to care. Another one was broken. There were few that didn’t break, after years of torture, but that doesn’t mean that there were none. In a small cell hidden from sight, stayed a girl named Asha. The unbroken one. Her eyes were wide with terror.
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