Couldn't sleep

Alden couldn't sleep. At the crack of dawn, he went to the dungeon. It was so that he could speak with Brendan without hindrance.

The guards opened the gate for him and ushered him to where Brendan was.He assessed the dungeon. It reeked of cigar and ashes. The ceilings were almost dropping. The last time he was here was 10 years ago.

Brendan was without clothes, bound and crouched like a criminal.

They disrespected his instruction. He cocked his head. They understood and left them alone.

"Why did she frame you?" He asked.

Brendan refused to talk. Maybe Brendan had a secret? He thought.

After a while, with his head bowed. He confessed.

"I did it." 

"Care to repeat that?" He asked. Alden wanted to believe he didn't hear well.

"Yes, I did." He looked down ashamedly.

"Do you understand the consequences of this allegation?" He asked.

"Yes." He said somber. 

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