Chapter 10As I came to, it was a short while before I registered the changes: how the walls had changed from rough, durable stone, to flat, flaking concrete; how the flickering orange torchlight had been replaced by an even, sickly, greyish illumination; how the bare floor had become littered with a stinking carpet of waste, including many bones, and not all of them of animals; and how I was now alone, excepting the company of the long departed and dismembered. Even my woollen blanket had been exchanged for a rusting, metal-framed bedstead with a damp, mould-encrusted mattress, which did not in the least detract from the charnel-house atmosphere.
There was a single window in this room, with no casement or glass, through which the weak light was penetrating. Looking through it, I saw a fam
