"Just hold it together," he whispered, clutching the chains that bound him in a dark cellar, the manic laugh of his captor ringing in his head. He could feel himself slipping away but he held on a tiny hope of escape in his hands in the form of a sharp rock.
"Hold it together," he repeated. "For your brothers."
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