

English work Oblivion styleMy head was throbbing, I raised my hand to my head and felt something warm… wet? I quickly withdrew my hand as I felt a sheering pain shoot through my skull. Blood stained my palm. Those corrupt bastards must have hit me harder than I originally thought. Pushing those thoughts from my head I looked around, and took in my surroundings, I was in the imperial prison there was no doubt about it. A simple wooden chair and table were to the right of me. The table was adorned with a simple cup and jug of what appeared to be murky brown water. Wrinkling my nose I learned back against the cold clammy stone wall. The coolness easeEnglish work Oblivion style
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