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EXCERPT: It’s bloody freezing in the cell they throw me into and they seem in no hurry to bring me that extra blanket I’d asked for. It seems Tinfoil was right. Last night I was free, tonight I am caged. What’s worse, they’ve tossed me into the same cell as some kooky old lady who keeps eyeballing me from her corner. ‘Can I help you?’ I ask impatiently. ‘Come into the light,’ she croaks. That’s a laugh. There’s hardly any light in this place. ‘I’m quite comfortable here thanks.’ ‘Come into the light,’ she croaks a little more loudly, causing her to cough. Not wanting her to suffer a heart attack on my account, I reluctantly stroll over to the bars of the cell to be nearer the flickering florescent lights in the corridor ‘Lexovia?’ she says. ‘You are the Elentrice, Lexovia.’ ‘No.’ Poor old lady. ‘I am Dezaray Storm.’ She chuckles. ‘You were always such a kidder. You are going to be in a world of trouble once they find you missing from Coldivor. Best you get back to the portal.’ I am about to disagree with this senile old woman but the mention of the portal captures my attention. ‘I am honestly not Lexovino, or whoever you think I am,’ I state, braving a few steps towards her, ‘but perhaps you can tell me more about her, Coldivor and this,’ I shrug, ‘this portal?’ ![]()
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