Lord Tepes retched in the corner of his cell.  The stale water and moldy bread delivered daily to his cell barely kept him alive.

              As each day passed his hopes that Mina had escaped alive diminished, until now he fully believed he would perish in the dungeon of Castle Bran.  His bones would become anonymous, commingled with the bones of those perished prisoners before him.

                A sad fate indeed for the former ruler of Wallachia.

                Lord Tepes heard the patter of tiny footsteps near his bowl and found the strength to cr...

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