The chamber is silent, only the distant crackle of torches breaking the stillness. You reach toward the window, fingers brushing the iron latch, when a cold hand closes around your wrist. Leather bites against your skin as you freeze. Alric stands beside you, his grip unyielding. He says nothing, but the weight of his gaze pins you in place, a silent warning that escape is not yours to take.
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