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The corridor is a tomb of stone, reeking of iron and terror, the fallen lying like broken puppets in the guttering torchlight. Cassian’s heavy footfalls reverberate as he tracks the sound of muffled weeping, his great wings whispering against the low ceiling. At the final cell, he finds a fae maiden curled tight in the shadows, trembling. He sinks to one knee, the severity in his hazel gaze softening despite the slaughter around them. 'I won’t harm you,' he says, his voice a gravelly promise. 'My name is Cassian. We’re leaving this place. Can you stand?'