To Kabil, the journey to the Dorgun state felt like a slow death. It was long, humiliating, and every breath he took was filled with the bitter taste of dust.
By the time the prisoners reached the center of the camp, the sun was going down behind the hills. Kabil looked at the place with deep disgust. It was ugly and rough. There were no tall stone walls or golden gates here. Instead, just a messy sea of dark tents and wooden fences. Here, the air smelled like horse sweat and smoke. The tents were crowded together like a pile of old animal skins.
To Kabil's eyes, the whole place looked like a camp for beggars. But he knew that even a messy camp could be a deadly cage.
"Keep moving, trash!" a guard yelled, shoving Kabil from behind.
