“If the Almighty blessed me with money, He blessed me with power, and I have done everything within my power to do His will”
Akey scrapes in the door of the prison cell. The door whines as it slowly opens.
Leonora starts, rises from her stool, and stands in the corner, in the depths of the shadow. Who has come?
It is only a woman. Leonora steps forward. A young woman, light-footed. She carries a lantern in one hand; the light bobs as she walks. She sets the lantern on the stone floor and sits down on the wooden stool.
There are two stools in the cell, a low cot with a rough blanket, and a mattress stuffed with hay. She’s given no desk, no pen and ink, no paper. There’s not even a lantern here, only the light that filters in from the tiny, barred window.
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