Chapter 32 The Prisoner's Truth

• The stone steps of the dungeon felt colder than usual, the chill creeping through my boots as we descended into the depths of the keep. Lyra walked beside me, her face set with determination, but I could see the tension in her jaw and the tightness around her eyes that suggested something deeper.
• I didn’t know what to expect when we saw the prisoner, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were walking into something far more complicated than either of us realized. The prisoner had been quiet ever since he was brought here, his fate uncertain.
• We reached the steel door of the holding cells, and the guard standing outside nodded to us as he unlocked the gate. The flickering torchlight cast long shadows on the walls, illuminating the grim stone floor and the narrow, damp hallway. I glanced at Lyra, but she was already stepping forward, her steps measured.