Chapter 36
To be or not to be, that is the question.
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As exhausting as it was to saw at her ropes on a rusty old nail, at least it helped to keep her warm. Concordia could feel the fibers beginning to fray, which spurred a fresh burst of energy. With each pass she made, the skin of her wrists was rubbed raw against the bonds, but she ignored it.
At last. One final tug, and her wrists were free. The relief to her screaming shoulders was immeasurable. She quickly pulled the kerchief from her mouth, coughing and spitting out the horrid sensation.
Still pinned to the floor, she took a few minutes to rest, wincing as the blood trickled back into her hands. When her fingers had recovered more of their sensation, she felt around the ropes at her midsection for the knots. They were und
