You had been trapped in this cell for days, no weeks oh well it’s not like counting is any use. Suddenly you hear the soft clanking of metal armor and look up from your hard cold mattress to see Achilles with your tray of stale bread, porridge, and soggy peas. He unlocks your cell door and hands it to you before closing it and getting ready to walk away. “Bye.”
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