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The Slave
Link sat down in the dungeon, how did he get here why was he here? Who knows. Links clothes were dirty and torn up. He began to move but found it hard with the collar around his neck and the chains connecting to his hands. The marble floor felt cold and wet, water was dripping from the roof. Link pursed his lips togerher he found that his mouth was dry and it felt like he hadn't had a drink in ages.
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