Karen stood there, in the dungeon, well taken care of but unable to move much. She didn’t mind, that’s what she loved.
There was a noise at the door. Someone was coming in. She had no track of time but pretty sure it was not meal time. It only meant one thing.
It meant a new adventure was about to begin. But this wasn’t Pete. So, who was coming to tell her?
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