Zelarous
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Zelarous stared at the bars of the cell from within still sitting on the bench. He walked up to the bars and put his hand around one of them. How easily he could melt it, if only he had a plan of what he would do afterward. Everything he thought of would eventually end up with him in a worse situation. He remembered the Thalia's words, how she had not yet decided on his fate. "She will hand me over." he though aloud, letting out a small sigh.
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