When I was unhooded, my yoke had been chained to the wall of a dungeon.
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The place was lit by a small, foul tharlarion-oil lamp set in the wall near the ceiling.
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I had no idea how far below ground it might be.
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The floor and the walls were of black stone, quarried in giant blocks of perhaps a ton apiece.
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The lamp dried the stone in its vicinity, but, on the floor and most of the walls, there was a dampness and the smell of mold.
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Some straw was scattered on the floor.
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From where I was chained, I could reach a cistern of water.
When I was unhooded, my yoke had been chained to the wall of a dungeon.
The place was lit by a small, foul tharlarion-oil lamp set in the wall near the ceiling.
I had no idea how far below ground it might be.
The floor and the walls were of black stone, quarried in giant blocks of perhaps a ton apiece.
The lamp dried the stone in its vicinity, but, on the floor and most of the walls, there was a dampness and the smell of mold.
Some straw was scattered on the floor.
From where I was chained, I could reach a cistern of water.
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter )