Chapter 13
A soft foot kick penetrated Richard’s dreams and he instinctively huddled into a ball. Another kick followed, accompanied by a hushed command, “Wake up.”
He couldn’t believe he’d dozed off with the priest’s cold, lifeless corpse snuggled up against him. Even worse, no one cared. Some poor sap would be forced to collect the dead in the morning and dump them in a mass grave as if they meant nothing.
After this newest jolt of agony, he forced his eyes open and glanced up to see the one-armed soldier who’d dumped him here the day before, pointing directly at him. “Hurry up. I don’t have all night.”
Richard pushed himself to his feet, swallowing down the groans of pain, convinced he’d be led like a lamb to his slaughter.
“Come with me. Quick.”
“Where are you taking me?”
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