Chapter 25
June 28
There was no heat to be found in the damp, dark space no matter how Emmett tried to move his body. Against the wall Emmett had to fend with rocks that were sharp, wet, and leeched the cold as if they were they were somehow bound directly to the most northern reaches of mankind’s knowledge. If he pulled away from the wall, using the slight give on the shackles that held his arms above him, his body seemed to fall into the exact spot that a draft rolled from the staircase that led to the only light source. It would be a murderous spot in the winter—a thought that made Emmett shiver with unspoken prayer and wishes for timely deaths. For surely, Emmett knew, that had to be his sentence.
The three men that had accompanied him were not faring well. Wounds seeped and festere
