Chapter 47
I want to run, but I force myself to stay still and watch the two men walk down the aisle of the dungeon.
One of them coughs and waves his hand in front of him, disturbing the torch smoke. All that does is make it swirl around his head. They somehow manage to make it to Sentry’s cell despite the smoke.
The Waking is far grimier than I remembered. The walls are charred and sooty. The floor is wet and the whole place reeks of things I don’t want to think about. People cough listlessly and moan softly down the hall.
The men unlock Sentry’s cell and come in. They both carry buckets. The one carrying the torch walks up to Sentry. For the first time, I see Sentry’s face up close.
His helmet is still beside him. It lies face-up like a head that’s been chopped off. Even without the
