She wouldn't normally have been seen walking around the prisoners' cells, but yet, there she was. Her black and, in this dim light unnoticeable, purple hair fell softly to her ankles. She was as silent as a butterfly flitting around in the king's preserve. Not even her earthy green dress made noise as she treaded down the corridor, occasionally glancing at the inhabitants.
It almost seemed as if something was pulling her toward the cell just ahead. When she reached the cell door, she stooped and turned to see who dwelt inside, and found herself looking at a young girl.
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