Chapter 29 - Paralysed With Panic
One week later The damp musty smells, the wretched stench of blood and death, and the rancid odour of the decaying food I had refused to eat, all of it was dead to me. The scents that once turned my stomach when I entered this hell were now a familiar greeting when I woke. I was meant to be in here a week and, for all I could tell, it had been a decade. All of it had been spent in solitude. Not once had Hawk reared his head, remaining in his far-away recess as a silent husk. I missed his teasing, his jibes, his jokes. But mostly, I missed his voice, a sense that I wasn’t alone. He promised he wouldn’t leave me to deal with this myself, he promised he’d be there… and he had left anyway to wallow in his misery. In my conscious moments when I was a little more lucid, I tried to eat the hor
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