“If there was one thing Thom had learned a long time ago, it was that prisons could look like anything. Some looked like cells with nothing but white walls to stare at; some looked like camps or cliff-side buildings with pens and arenas; some looked like fighting rings or rich manor houses or small shacks in the middle of the forest; some were of your own making, others forced you there against your will, some were inside your own mind. And still others looked like a palace.”
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