Days became weeks and weeks months. Prince Zymaan and Grimald Nightleaf rotted in the Citadel of Hate, home to the Lady of Pain. It was a wretched place where hope did not enter. Those who were held there either died in the chair or left wishing they had. Nobody leave the Citadel of Hate unchanged. …
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