Chapter Thirty Six — The Old Cell
Reed
My eyes opened slowly.
My head hurt. My chest burned. My body felt like it had been crushed under a mountain. Everything felt broken,like I had been hit by a truck again and again.
The first thing I saw was the wall. The same grey wall. Cold stone. Rough and cracked in places. The same corner I had stared at once, long ago, when I was younger.
Then I knew.
I had been here before.
The cell was small. There was no bed, no chair, no blanket. Only hard ground. The walls were damp with wetness, like they cried in silence. The air smelled bad,like blood, sweat, and pain that had stayed too long. There were chains hanging from one side of the wall, rusted and sharp. A small window near the top let in weak light, but it wasn’t enough. That window was
