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Prologue
The low light dimmed the room to a soft glow. His feet barely touching the ground as he sat there waiting. Eyes blackened with hatred for the older.
"He tricked me!" The vibrations went through the halls of the cell house.
Mascow, standing on his toes now, starring at the cracks in the ground, bursting into fits of madness. Who could take such torture? Everyday the beast came and took him to hell. Every bloody day. Hearts beat quickly and slowly when the clock struck twelve. That was the time, the exact strike of the time that he would come to take Mascow away, sinking him deeper into madness.