sonder winter 1710
Within Yorkshire is one castle that was of moderate size—not quite a rival of Castle Stuart but close. Its haunting husk gives the impression that it is too decrepit to use, but wolves of such opinion have never looked within the castle and found the winding staircase that leads into the Dungeon of Yorkshire. Thick stone is slick and the temperature is eerily cold. One's breath fogs within the air and the only light available is that of the torches prepared by the prison guards. Upon the sixth floor is where the first level of usable cells are found. Fitted with iron bars and clasps that can be nudged open and shut with a nose from the outside, early Mainlanders made use of this "cave" for the riff-raff and ne'er-do-well souls.

It is said that the deeper levels are for torture, and many a prisoner has tried to sleep to the sound of howls and pained whines. The prisoners themselves, even when not deserving of such brutal treatment, see only marginal improvements. They are fed once a day and never let out to exercise—for this is not a place of rehabilitation but of punishment.
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