Corin
This time my consciousness did not return with a painful jolt. It came back slowly, like morning fog that drifts reluctantly across the land. There was no ice bath. No burning acid on my back. Only silence. A deep and heavy silence I had almost forgotten could exist.
I slowly opened my eyes. My vision was not as blurry as before, though the light still hurt my pupils. Above me I saw a massive ceiling with wooden beams. The walls of the room were made of dark stone and heavy oak, and the air carried the scent of pine smoke mixed with a sharp, clean smell of herbs.
I tried to move, but my body immediately reminded me of its limits. My right arm was wrapped in bandages from shoulder to wrist and rested on a thick support at my side. I could not feel my fingers, only a dull throbbing
