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A Draconic Reprieve (Part 1)

Darren Ocalor’s stomach growled. His once strong physique had since withered away to an emaciated husk during his imprisonment at Dragon’s Keep; the minute scraps of food he received were only enough to keep him teetering on the edges of life and death. He knew not how long he had been kept under lock and key, but time seemed to pass slowly within the stone walls of his cell. Light never made it passed the rusty, metal gate at the top of the nearby stone staircase, so the ability to distinguish night from day was far from possible. His only source of light was located opposite of his prison cell: a single torch, held i