The room The faint smell of sulphur lingers on the warm, dank air. The repeated drone of hammer on steel fills the sand stone walled room. A ray of light shines in from a small slit high in the ceiling. A defeated man sits slumped in the corner beating a crooked scimitar into shape, his legs bound with cast iron shackles, scarred with the mark of his possessor, his captor. These four rundown stone walls, cold and bare were his residence, his place of rest. They were all he had seen, smelt and breathed for as long as he could remember, and they would be, for as far
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