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As exhausted as he was, Colton found it difficult to sleep. He had been taken down a winding cavern corridor to a small chamber with a cot. As he lay there, he could only think of Marty. What was happening to him right now? What were they doing to him? The very notion that he was going to die tomorrow evening, as the clock struck midnight, made Colton wonder if he would sleep at all. Every time he closed his eyes and started to slip away, he imagined Marty crouched in a fetal position in the corner of his cell as cyanide gas seeped in through the vents. He saw his face, heard his wailing, and tasted the tears running out of his bloodshot, terrified eyes.
Finally, accepting the fact that sleep would not come, Colton sat up in the cot and threw off the blanket. He wanted to go for a
