The prisoners were arranged according to crime. With every step she took, her pace became slower and slower, and her heart beat faster and faster. She cautiously made her way past the row of cells, sparking the interest of the prisoners inside. Through the heavy silence a single set of footsteps echoed throughout the halls as someone climbed down the spiral steps into the dungeon.Ī young woman emerged down the steps dressed head-to-toe in a long emerald cloak. It was just past midnight, and all was quiet except for the occasional rustle of a chain. Large rats chased each other across the floor searching for food. Foul-smelling water dripped inside from the moat circling the palace above. Light was scarce and flickered from the torches bolted to the stone walls. The Land of Stories The Wishing Spell By Chris Colfer Little, Brown Books for Young Readers Copyright © 2012 Chris Colfer All right reserved.
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