The ArrowShe went silently, feeling each rough stone with her feet, hearing even the breath. Lattice drawing was everywhere identical, the black grin; only at this chamber it seemed to be most terrible, rods stuck out of the floor, sticking into the top blocks. One more tiny step and the girl has looked through a lattice, hardly raising the torch over her head.The man sat on a prison cot, resting his back heavily against the wall, the white stain of his shirt was distinctly allocated against blackness of the chamber. His hands were lowered, head inclined sideways, it seemed that he sleeps, or lost his consciousness.The girl stood, trying to pick
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he looks so peaceful