You haven't eaten is as long as you can remember, so in spite of its vile odor you scoop handfuls of glop from the bucket and devour it hungrily. It stinks and it tastes foul but at least it is filling the void.
Afterward, you rest for a bit on the pile of straw. While you are laying there you see a tiny window far above you high on the wall. A dim light filters through the muddy glass and shines on you. The light plays across your face and dances away across the wall. You think, who's there? Are they trying to see if I'm still alive?
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