Sunny awoke chained to an iron sled in a blizzard.
Ahead of him marched six ragged slaves, pulled along by a hulking mountain brute carrying a barbed whip.
"Keep moving, scum! Before the Mountain Tyrant catches our scent!"
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Sunny inspected his body. He was malnourished and freezing. If he didn't escape his iron shackles within minutes, he would die before the nightmare even truly started.
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